Lilies are pretty
So are roses
Would you pick a white one for me?
Of course, lilies
I would not want the thorns on the roses to prick you...
They won't, would they?
They're pretty and calm,
Beautiful,
Just pricky in defense.
Protecting itself from what's coming,
Protecting itself from getting torn,
, and it's petals plucked out, one by one
Thrown to the ground.
Merciless.
Stamped on.
Protecting itself from pain
Roses
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