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Aug 2017
Perhaps it was the melody
of winter's eternal repose
and her ****** lips
shamed the odious rose
But when approached by Death,
the girl sobbed and sobbed underneath the thorns
until she releasedΒ Β her last breath
Still Death could only hear wind chimes
as he lingered upon the frozen breeze
in those forgotten nighttimes
Autumn Rose
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Autumn Rose  F/Where the roses wilt
(F/Where the roses wilt)   
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