Pale Rose
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pitch-black ropesA Poem by Pale Rose |
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What It's Like (To Fall)A Poem by Pale Rose |
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Pen & a knifeA Poem by Pale Rose |
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Lover NeedleA Poem by Pale Rose |
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Words mean nothingA Poem by Pale RoseIt's surprising how much words hurt when they mean nothing. |
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the cold seeps inA Poem by Pale Rose |
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