Non-Erotic PoetryBleeding RoseThe fire slowly dies,
in the shadows of the night.
From the shadow cries,
the spirit bound in life.
Its darkly planted seed,
in the shadows slowly grows.
Within its aching need,
reveals the bleeding rose.
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