39. Roses On Fire

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With all my sole desire
I set the roses on fire
With all your love and affection
You gave the rose to me
Yet I hate the love and despise thee
You confessed and gave me the rose
I resent the rose and to hate, I chose
I hide my enthusiasm brought by your presence
I burned the rose and pretended to hate your essence

~written by shalini~

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