So I'm supposed to be revising, but this is only short.Please review!

Ave Atque Vale

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How could something so beautiful be so destructive?

Its petals are silent footsteps, drifting to the floor. Its thorns are waiting knives, hungering for the prick of flesh. Its nectar is the blood, spilling onto the carpet and stinking forever.

This rose is dreaded more than the kiss of a gun to the forehead, this rose, grown in your name, is certain death. All alike to a rose are inherently dangerous, they are capricious, fragile pixies who warrant no loyalty.

Therefore she must be treated with caution, for many a vengeful gardener has felt the prick of his rose's betrayal.

Fin

100 words, yay!