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.
This is an altar for anyone to sacrifice in love,death and poetry. Because in this life, everything starts with Love.. Everything is Poetry.. Everything end up in Death!
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