Untouchable Rose
a rose from bottom of heart,
bloom by the light of cure,
slowly grow without a thorn,
but guarded by the forest of illusion,
the shallow voice trap in the dream,
existing the pain that wasn't there,
lost me in sight,
let the mist of night devour me whole,
guide me with the heart of core,
the beauty of untouchable,
hear me as a myth,
imagine like a legend that never exist,
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