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Behind a Door. A poem

Far away there is a door.

Behind it hides a red rose.

Growing from the floor.

A metalic sent invades my nose.

The thorns drip tears.

Whispers buzz my ears.

But ive never felt that much peace than in this room.

I lie down next to that rose and around me let it bloom.


This is quite an important poem for me, its meaning is very personal.

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waow i actually love this



Thank youuu

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