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Roses in the cold

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Hot, visible air excapes my lips like that of a dragon
The bitter cold air rubs furiously against my exposed skin
The rose that once stood proudly next to me has wilted along with the sun
The cold of the world is too strong, I will join the innocence of the rose soon enough
There is no point in tyring, the world is too strong
I curl my legs agianst my body and slowly wilt just as the flower lying next to me had



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