All this talk about girls etc. is making me depressed...
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The malicious rose,
Its deceitful beauty entrances many,
Sword swingers,
With the scarlet cushions,
Of its insect tempters,
And wounds them,
With spears that will heal never.
The fickle brilliance,
Of the Persian light giver,
Impresses on her dughters,
The gift giving,
Practice of man spearing,
With their flower thorns,
Causing pain to be born.
Sheila...
As you might guess, she is from Iran.
