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Sick Rose
Contributed by
secret-_girl_91
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Sunday, 8th August 2004 @ 10:00:52 PM in AEST
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O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
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Re: Sick Rose
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by HellsLibrarian on
Sunday, 8th August 2004 @ 10:08:03 PM AEST
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| This is good. I know it has some deep, philosophical meaning. I'm just not sure what it is yet. ;P After some thought, I'm sure I'll come up with it. Feel like offering any hints? |
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Re: Sick Rose
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by tlhInganHom on
Sunday, 8th August 2004 @ 10:20:41 PM AEST
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I love this poem! Might I make a slight suggestion, though?
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
through the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark love
Does thy life destroy.
Just a suggestion :-) Please do not take offence.
GOD. I love it. It almost sounds shakesperian. Keep writing!
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