“Comrade General, I Am A Communist.”

Between my shoulders
a blood red rose,
Flower that remembers.

I let it carry for me
all loves and woes,
My body left free.

It whisper to me light
in solemn verse,
Written on the soft bright.

Trapped in a sealed chest
with a lock, terse,
I squeeze it to bare breast.

Between my shoulders
a blood red rose,
Flower that remembers.

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