Crushed rose petals–

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Crushed rose petals
Mean nothing without the prickly thorns.
A Ruined bouquet, scattered across
The murky surface,
damaged by cruel hands
Robbed from their roots by
capricious intent;
Yet you call this act love
While I deem it lust.

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