Like wilted rose under the 
scorching sun
Her beauty suddenly faded
Not a thing can be undone.

When before hues of red petals
tainted her lips
Now it painted her face in
total eclipse.

Rolling her body over the
pricking thorns
that before were a testament
of a full life
But now caresses her in
****** forms.

Like wilted rose under the
scorching sun
This faded beauty, a tale of misery
And in her hand, a shiny gun.

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