Roses

The red petals 

Remind of blood 

Which is 

What they will draw 

When someone 

Dares to come 

Too close 

Beautiful souls 

Always have 

The sharpest thorns 

To protect 

Their injured 

Soul 

This poem is about: 
Me

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