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Aug 2015
The being which suffered modest abuse among the thorned bush blooms a beautiful rose. One by one each silky petal torn carelessly from its stem fall silently to the ground. Bruised and discolored each became frail and weak. Righteousness pleading innocent as breathe fades into the wind carried by admission. Peacefully evacuation bringing serenity among a once dying rose*.
DaRk IcE
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DaRk IcE
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