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"Me and a Rosebush" by Puay Rae Ann 3E/22

Me and a Rosebush

Me and a


That blooms with the radiance of a broken heart

Over and over

This tangle of thorns and petals

Wilting at my feet

From unyielding hands

Come soft petals

That will not stand the test of time

But will be pretty to look at for now

How do I

Make you understand?

How do I tell you that

Rose-red turns

Bruise blue

And it’s not your fault

If a crown of thorns

Is nothing

But an iron


Me and a rosebush

This crown of thorns

A mess of petals

Wilting at my feet

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