I found it on a courtyard
It's so bright
My hands are bloody,
A blue rose
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I hold in my hand
a strange blue rose.
It's not red nor pink nor white,
it's blue like none of those.
lonely, hidden in the bushes,
the pink and red roses covering it
because they envy the color it uses.
it almost glows,
and you can almost see through it
if you look real close.
yet satisfied.
The pain is enough
it's justified.
is like no other rose,
so to you I give it
cause you're like no one I know.
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