99 Black RosesA Poem by Mercury MirrorsMy fist closes Over the stems of 99 roses Black as night A morbidly beautiful sight The thorny stems Cut into my hands, slice them Crimson, Scarlet, RED The colors of the blood that spreads Over white cloth My dress, soft & light like the wings of a moth © 2008 Mercury MirrorsFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on May 25, 2008 Last Updated on May 26, 2008 AuthorMercury MirrorsPensacola, FLAboutOkay, for lack of time, (and most of all for the sake of nostalgia for my angsty and self-absorbed teenage years), I have ripped one of those ancient myspace surveys from the forgotten planes of the i.. more..Writing
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