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This poem does not belong to me in any way. I thoughtit was beautiful and I would to dedicate it to my wolf/ dog hybrid whom I set free last summer.



I hope you like it

I've spent hours

Trying to find

The perfect flower



I hope the color

Will be ok

It’s fresh and red

Bloomed earlier today



I hope the color

Won’t fall or run

In my white empty room

Lit by the mourning sun



I spread plastic

All around

Just for that

Very reason



This rose

Shows my love

And sorrow

I hold for you



This rose

Is from me

And a part of me

I gladly give to you



For you see

This simple rose

Is a blood rose

Born from the dead



One bullet screamed

Through my lonely head

One brilliant bloom

Drips blood red



This is

My last

Gift

To you