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I planted a rose in memory of you, my hands worked the earth tilling soil, forgetting what they were doing as teardrops fell. The sun seemed too bright that day, fresh roots prepared to anchor in earth too perfect, leaves too bright and thirsty not withered like me. Sad silver urn protecting remnants of you surely that is not all that remains a hand full of ashes, "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" has never rang so true. I fertilize the graying soil with your ashes planting white roses above you thorns ***** my skin, I bleed, me mixed with you in the soil. Today, a year from then, Winter is here, looking out from my kitchen window I see white flowers in bloom, a tear escapes my eye you in full blossom, once more here with me.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
White winter roses remind me of you.
I planted a rose in memory of you, my hands worked the earth tilling soil, forgetting what they were doing as teardrops fell. The sun seemed too bright that day, fresh roots prepared to anchor in earth too perfect, leaves too bright and thirsty not withered like me. Sad silver urn protecting remnants of you surely that is not all that remains a hand full of ashes, "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" has never rang so true. I fertilize the graying soil with your ashes planting white roses above you thorns ***** my skin, I bleed, me mixed with you in the soil. Today, a year from then, Winter is here, looking out from my kitchen window I see white flowers in bloom, a tear escapes my eye you in full blossom, once more here with me.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
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