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A Match Made In Heaven

There is a rose that blossoms in its sleep, and it only blooms as the very early morning light hits its red petals, the touch of the petals are as smooth as silk, and its smell sweeter then any perfume, nothing can compare to its beauty, nothing can compare to its majesty, this flower is far sweeter then any other beyond compare, and the only one who can see its bloom is the one that wakes next to it in the morn, how very unfortunate that the one that its next to is a dark black flower, whose petals are black and rough, and its stem covered by sharp stickers, its leaves make you itch when you touch them, but for some reason the red flower with all its wonder and beauty, loves this black flower more then anything in the world, and the dead black flower, with what heart it has loves the sweet beautiful flower back, but does not know why a wonderful flower such as her would love a dead old flower such as him self, but in the end it does not really matter to him, for the flower is just happy to be there in the morning when its beautiful red flower opens up and shows him all her love beauty and warmth that makes the black flower perk up and be a bit more wonderful every day.

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