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   Lot⁴⁹ (12thrits@mstdn.social)'s status on Sunday, 25-Aug-2024 07:22:59 JST Lot⁴⁹

   The Sick Rose

   by W Blake

   O Rose thou art sick.
   The invisible worm,
   That flies in the night
   In the howling storm:

   Has found out thy bed
   Of crimson joy:
   And his dark secret love
   Does thy life destroy.