Why You Plucked My Little Rose?
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Still a bud and can't you see the teardrops
those are not dew and your cruel hand
snatched before the bloom?
Who sharpen the thorns
in vain without venom?
The gardener too blind or helpless?
And this is for inhuman Rapists!
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