Say it with Roses

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O Rose thou art sick.
The  (in) visible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
William Blake – the brackets are my own.
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About pennimania

Artist, entomologist, grumbler.
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