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A black rose grew blossoms
in the desert of Baltimore.
I have seen her bloom.
wanders the world
casts down charcoal petals.
picked them up where they fell
on wet cobbles of Amsterdam.
her precious tram kisses
black canal waters eyes
thinks she's invisible
so dark and intricate.
dark like warm nights
that fold you in stars
woven like lace
made of nothing so fragile
she's a spiderweb gossamer
bears the weight of the sky.
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