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Rosebud
From seed to sprout
I flew and grew
All my petals I hued,
but I knew
Oh, I knew...
Such a bitter morning's dew
which glued to my color
stole my sweet, tender fume
until I felt shifted
with blame.
Those flames which
called me names,
caught my gazes
and blew me through
fazes of mazes;
took my petals
to the strangest of places.
In my wilting sorrow, I hated
and no longer bloomed
but faded.
You cut my root
and left the heat of my rosebud
shaded.
I flew and grew
All my petals I hued,
but I knew
Oh, I knew...
Such a bitter morning's dew
which glued to my color
stole my sweet, tender fume
until I felt shifted
with blame.
Those flames which
called me names,
caught my gazes
and blew me through
fazes of mazes;
took my petals
to the strangest of places.
In my wilting sorrow, I hated
and no longer bloomed
but faded.
You cut my root
and left the heat of my rosebud
shaded.
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