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| Death of a Rose |
Just another corner, Just another mourner, And birth details our voiced hails. When love is strong, It escapes the throng As easily a the time spent in the suns chime. Crime in pages turned, Down the aisle spurned. Containing a blind horse, Drop down in this course. Genetics vanquished alone, My family left to groan. At my rhymes blue in vision, Not quite an exasperation. |
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