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Classic blue rose;
Sensual, yet a knotted stitch
Caged moths flutter; abused internally
Scents of honey, inhaling tar
The breath; ice-like tear drops
Before snow endured winter
And yet, winter endured death
She knew the cancer inside her
A scorpion clashing with the sounds of her own blood pounding heart
Yet night becomes dusk
New birds sing to those that rust
Black lines, smothering her lovesick eyes
Hydrangeas make no home for the diseased heart.
Sorrow awoke, oh, how could it.
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