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Burying Your Doom
As ghastly white rose petals blow
Wind of sweet, musky florals pierce my soul
Lights of time is slowly dimming
Of once were a girl with spirit gleaming
Now pondering
Each step as I go, cold and rippling
It's a lonesome dimension,
With an unyielding cycle of self-imposed detention
Pondering each step as I go, cold and rippling
In bitter solitude, whilst time is fleeting
Must I spend these years to just sit and squander
When there are much left to sip and savor
Stand... and shiver?
When life, is not forever?
A chime
From a distance of heart
Like a symphony from Mozart
Only tragedy forms in gloom...
I must bloom
A new rose, with no doom
A skeptic mind to entomb
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