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It is on my desk
dry, almost petrified, the rose;
Something I didn’t want or expect
He gave it to me unexpectedly one day.
It pricked my finger.
Blood drops trickled.
A mirror of future twice more,
my blood fell.
Things I didn’t expect or want.
I told him, “no”!
Later I told him more.
I sat back and hoped he’d go.
Now we are alone!
I am always his rose;
and that’s all he’ll know.
Something I didn’t know or expect;
but now could not live without!! …