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Death of a Rose It's quiet now.
Aching from sitting too much and reading the entire world.

But it's quiet now.

Munching the snow and leaving all the imprints.

But it's quiet now.
A quiet cough and a hello.
The quiet small sounds.

Slowing down, listening.
To heart beats left in
this stillness.

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