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Jan 2013
The fragrance of sweet red.
Leading you towards the fiery pit of pedals.
The thing of love.
To me is the thing of death.
To mourn then place.
One by one, extinct.
The beauty of life.
Pedals fall one, two, and so on.
Rose,
beautiful,
deadly.
Rose.
Amber
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