Can I be a rose?
Yes, I think so.
It’s my calling,
after all.
And I have pinkish skin
and rosy cheeks.
And I am as multi layered, 
as complex, as any
petalled rose
worth my name.
Yes, that’s for sure.
Is there a fragrance 
on my breath?
I like to think so.
And will it be discernible,
rosily perfumed?
Yes, especially 
in the moist evening,
but take care not to 
disturb my roots,
to cut me off
and watch
me fade


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