The 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.















Devious Comments
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fading in the future
the past awaits
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