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| Death of a Rose |
Dark and squat, rising fireflies lick his shoes and extinguish. Alone to think, wonder why shock waves can come so subtly and not as expected, to tremble in warning. He brushes his hair back letting it stick in place. Moaning, he cradles a lost boy, tasting names but never swallowing. He was warned not to play with his food, and to despite them he had taken nips and pieces of lessons told. Nodding slowly, as if under the brink of river sleep, he struggled to raise his head as if in this final fight to betray the nimbus os his fading aura; how bitter. His views as a youth became quickly and quietly washed with pollutants. |
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