My rose had bloom once,
it was on November I thought I've seen my rose sprout its beauty.
My rose had bloom once,
to caught the sun on December when I fought for delicate white those I never see.
My doze lead me to dance,
for I not to remember how disgusting I was to be.
My doze took the pain away,
thru whenever I've try to put on the mask over the eyes that couldn't face reality.
Somerset, August '06
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