Black Rose
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Black Rose
My heart is steel,
Like the sharpest blade.
In the finest forges,
It was made.
Unbreakable.
My heart is a fortress,
With walls made of stone.
Towers of cinder,
And locks made of bone.
Untouchable.
My heart is a garden,
Near empty, and cold.
The heights of its walls,
Have never been told.
A black dragon guards it,
And time itself slows,
For this, its occupant,
A single black rose.
My heart is a wall,
But every wall has a door.
Every door has a key,
And that key is yours.
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