Rainbow
When a rose wilts it changes colors
And as you withered you did the same
You were red with embarrassment when you discovered your fate
Green with envy at those that did not share it
Gray with apathy toward those that stayed by you
Blue and darker still as your time drew near
But i displayed my pink proudly; i knew you were not to blame
You were possessed, my rose, by a black demon called Cancer
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