There’s more than twenty
Petals on a forsaken
Black rose.
There is life and
Death
Wrapped around its stem.
There are memories and
Lies and truth and
Forgetfulness in one
Black rose.
There’s less than then ten
Petals on a rose, and
Less than five hellos
In one black rose.
There are more than
Fifteen goodbyes in one
Black rose. And that
Is why we give them to
Each other;
To say goodbye
Forever.
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