So close like a thorn on a rose. Still in the breeze we grow. Fighting off anyone trying to pluck you. In a garden of loves image of truth. To eliments we're bared. As this world can't help but to stare. Blooming we're petals blossoming. Under the sunshine and happening. Standing graceous to the naked eye. A symbolism of loves test of time.
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