Flower

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Wooden stem

Fragile heart

Ice cold eyes

Need a new start

Petals reach for the sky

Roots grow throughout the ground

Leaves wave goodbye

to the ever setting sun

Time flies by like clouds in the wind

As the flower wittnesses a sin

Worthy of Hell

A mortal screams in agony

a troubled soul grunts in sinful pleasure

There is no hope

Breath clots

petals close

Breathing ceases

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