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Entangled in it's vines I bleed;
engulfed by the thorned ocean of regret
from the red roses never gathered,
the bewitching butterfly that escaped.
Hence my hearts' sword now drowned in fatigue;
hazed by the smoke of the little that's left
and the dust that I'm fated to be,
under the roses for eternity.




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