By Bridget O
Date: 2002 Dec 15
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My Rose

How can you expect
Me to keep
Your heart
Safe
In my soul
Not to scratch it
Dent it
Not to hurt it one bit
You heart
So soft
So pure
When my soul
Is made
Of thorns?
Maybe you could be
It's rose.