Petals of a Bud
Still a bud, yet to bloom, covering its red red petals
You pluck it off and took it to your chamber
You began to molest it, tore off the tissues
With a lot of sadistic pleasure.
Ah! the unbloomed petals
Smeared with blood!
The petals are carried away
I can see the images of a mortuary.
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