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I Write Poetry

In the temple of selfish desire
Next to the church of misfit clothes
Somewhere between heaven and desire
Lies a broken plastic rose
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Holding up a mirror. They are now exposed. They have been all along, that broken plastic rose
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I'm not nor will I ever be a rose
What are you then?
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@ianR0ckwell A human being
What are you metaphorically?
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