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R.i.p.
Dark, crippled Rose
Whose blighted spring
Which no-one chose
Caused suffering
My blinded heart
Would follow you
Tore me apart
Compassion due
Till I at last
Would rather die
Than be accursed
To hear you cry
Chose to be free
And broke away
Believed in me
And another day.
poem
by
John Thorkild Ellison
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