GUNS and ROSES.

She shoots;
bragging her history of blood.
Adamant,she stands;
dipped in red.
Hands oft landed
on her naked black.
Triggered;she was.
Blamed;she is.

He;
is beauty.
Alluring,he stands;
hues he muffled.
Thorny but seeked.
Kissed and killed.

I hear them cry.
Bestowed with
pain,both are.
I decipher the voice,
hidden beneath.

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