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An illustrious rose she arose from fields dystopian. Concrete tapestries a gallery of desecrated art. She bless a soured dream,  willing colour on a scene tainted monochrome. She's the contrast in the weavings of fine art, nexus that binds together delicate prose; sole reason words morph effortless. Energy tantamount to a thousand suns and a gleam just as potent. Thievery at play, usurped my heart; embezzled like colonial gold, hauled from the shipwreck of me.
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
A Rose In Dystopia
An illustrious rose she arose from fields dystopian. Concrete tapestries a gallery of desecrated art. She bless a soured dream,  willing colour on a scene tainted monochrome. She's the contrast in the weavings of fine art, nexus that binds together delicate prose; sole reason words morph effortless. Energy tantamount to a thousand suns and a gleam just as potent. Thievery at play, usurped my heart; embezzled like colonial gold, hauled from the shipwreck of me.
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
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