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Black Rose

Beautiful and unique
But also, quite terrifying
Alone in a bed of colorful flowers
Always left unwanted.
Beautiful black rose
Alone and thorny
Different and feared
None appreciates its beauty.
Many wanted to pick it
But no one dared to reach it
The only one left among its peers
A new generation now surrounds it.
I’ve watched it for quite some time
It is as lonely as me
I picked it up and carried it back home
Decided it to plant it in a pot
I will take care of this rose
So, we’ll no longer be alone
I will appreciate your uniqueness
Because we are as lonely as each other.
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