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'Be gentle with me.' She said
I smiled, touched her
The red on her was soft as the air
She was too delicate
Almost unreal
But here I was, holding her
'Be mine.' I whispered
She turned, wanting to get away
I pulled her back
Her scent tickled my nose
I let my hands run down her body
Down her legs
She bled when I broke her
Still she held on to me
As tightly as I held on to her
And from amongst the rest
It was she I plucked
The most beautiful of all red roses
To propose to the girl I loved the most
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