One By One
When you pull the petals from a rose
Each one plucked and pulled
Layer after layer unfolded
Like the layers of ourselves
Laying away the petals
That we show to the world
With each one plucked
We see a more beautiful
And elegant petal beneath
These disguarded petal are battered
Abused and torn by a cruel world
Deeper toward the center, more perfect
Till at last we arrive
At a pure and true center
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