Pull one more petal from the rose;
It wont hurt... I don't suppose.
Ripping the life from this flower
seems to be my only source of power.
Although it wont last for an eternity,
it brings meaning to what I now see.
Hurt by life pulled once more;
drop the dead flower, just as before.
To the ground, its lifeless limbs lay,
till one day... when a passerby decides to say,
I can make you whole again.. more than a stick...
all we need's love.. and a lil' bit of magic.
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