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Wither
Charcoal tears like black rain
 smudge and blind her eyes
 while she looks down at the dying rose in her hand
 the petals pink, whithering into ash
 only when the tears touched the rose did it heal
 pure and perfect
 then fading again, breaking into pieces when her tears dry
 how could she be happy when part of her was still withering?
 this flower was part of her
 who she was, who she is, and who she will be
 so she cried till she herself was too withered to be
 she died there, with her flower, pink as a rose picked just that day
 blooming with life, evermore

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