Mell Rose is simply like a rose.
She blossomed out of a stem from a bush
and her skin gets prickly on defensive croons.
Her lips are soft and red and her hair fluffs out
in an amazing way.
She got killed the other day
and roses were laid around the scene of her murder.
This murder knew she loved roses as much as they
belonged in her name.
But the odd thing was
that her death was too common.
Just another beautiful face wiped out from this world.
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