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Rose



My silky red perdiction,
lay in the trash in the kitchen.
Through petaless symbols in a vision.
From the inside i had felt it shifting.
To your excelling whisper i had listened,
then to the rocks beneath my shoes i listened.
And i thought, maybe i would get a little further drifting.

With my hand on the door,
I told you, "I can't care anymore",
as glass and tears glistened on the floor.

personal, little story, grief,

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