she´s a painting outta focus with no good sense of intention she´s authentic
she´s a model of disaster with a heart of revolution
she´s so innocent, but guilty´s her plea
everybody wants to save her from herself, they really want to save themselves
she´s got the grace of a tourist, with the charm of demolition
she´s a poem without a meter or rhyme a random design
of a flower like a rose no one really knows
she´s a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation time will tell us
if she´s a lifer or a decomposuer she is rose no one really knows
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