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Roses

I want to see,
Those blurry roses and relaxed bodies.
I want to hear,
That faint laughter.

I need a lense,
For my eye.
I need an aid,
For my ear.

I put on one,
Insert another,
And gasp escape,
The scene now clear.

The roses sharpen,
To pools of blood.
The bodies stiffen,
To corpses dead.
The laughter loudens,
To echoed screams.

I take one off,
Pull out the other,
And settle down,
Among the roses,
And to my ears,
Begin to laugh.