The single rose in the garden lay there dead... It's blood red petals fall of carelessly like the man who placed it there carelessly... It rests there like a dead mouse... starts to lift up to the light... what's happening?Who knows? The truth is nobody does what will happen next...
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A rib cage lay in my fragile body, protecting nothing but a wilted rose and a shrivelled stem, there was no heart left to beat, no air left to breathe, nothing but the corpse of Piper's flower laying dead and alone inside of me.