Petal.

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Beneath the shadow of a golden rose
Lies darkness so evil it sucks up strength from the rose' beauty until it glows no more.

Now I am all but a dried petal
Chewed and spewed as if I'm rotten
Left on the streets to step on by relentless passersby
With no one but depressing memories of a lost spark.

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