Fair lady, what draws them out wet
Those dark pools of red lashy eyes?
Virginal and raw, you as yet
Are brought to blue by sheer surprise.
When years under the fiery cloak
Should've now forged tough tainted skin,
On paltry morsels still you choke
With fervid cries that court heaven.
But the blossoms harden the bark
A fairer sweet rose shall fluorish
As the seasons of wither mark
A new pain-wrought petal brandished.
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