

The RoseThe Rose sits, It stares into the light. No need to know how it got there, It feels that it is right. A darkness overwhelms it, The object blocks the sun. A sharp pain at it's waist, The evil has been done. The Rose sits, It stares into the light. For hopes of dying soon, To end it's life imprisoned.The Rose
Devious Comments
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fading in the future
the past awaits
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when you lose ewerything . art is still here !
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