A yellow rose
falls.
The glass shatters,
echoes hidden horrors.
The Bushes grow in strength
from bloodshed.
Power watered by dozens
of lies, thousands dead.
But the rose falls.
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Quiet Wars
A yellow rose
falls.
The glass shatters,
echoes hidden horrors.
The Bushes grow in strength
from bloodshed.
Power watered by dozens
of lies, thousands dead.
But the rose falls.
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