A rose made of blood where the thorn cruelly cuts me blossoms in my palm. I, a rose...made of flesh...blood rivalling thorn's red flower.

A rose made of blood
where the thorn cruelly cuts me
blossoms in my palm.
I, a rose...made of flesh...blood
rivalling thorn's red flower.

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