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| Death of a Rose | Entwined in the branches, a crawling mass of webs and aged rememberances. She seemed bound by it, the stumble of erratic words, regreting each instance of her fall from those heights. It encased her thoughts without enclosing them entirely, an outlet hidden in the recesses of the leaves. And she wintered badly, scarred and afraid. | 040804 |
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