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The smell of flow’rs reminding of defeat
Beauty corrupted by memories of past
Ev’ry stride closer, a loss of the sweet
That long ago I could savor steadfast
But now today am wanting to let go
Into black, the recollections thereof
Which I’ll never forget, always to know
The scars on my skin, the hate and the love
Flowers that spring forth from seeds into life
Are those that testify again to pain
Of ages ago, life split by the knife
That I still find to bleed, never to drain
And relieve me of this tumult inside
That forces me within flowers to hide

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