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A bed of roses
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dark/ vampires A bed of roses
not a singel rose
the color of red
A bed of over flowing
black roses
They are no longer
red roses
because they have been
bleed
Love letters on
the table
letters written
by the hand
of an immortal
letters written
nearly two
hundred
years ago
As the girl
looks into
the mirror
she can
no longer
see her
reflection
that
she
once
knew
She touches
her blood-stained lips
temporary loss of
memory has left
her a bit stuned
for she turns in
a rage
of what
she has
become
