Blinded by the riverbeds mapped so neatly across my face;
I pier through cracks of tear-stained sediment to the rose-filled, mahogany vase.
Trimmed thorny stems… tied with a ribbon made of lace.
Defiance is their defense and to prick is their intent, with their bristly embrace.
Needle sharp noses held so high without a care.
An internal vessel broken by their painful glance and snub, detached glare.
Too distressing to remember, with their causes of despair;
Yet too beautiful to forget, for their prized red pedal affair.
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