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When Roses Die

When Roses Die

As leaves dry and colors fade,

Petals become brittle and heads hang low,

A vibrant sadness acts as a mirror to the soul

A memory of what once was and resistance to let go

Who decides something is no longer beautiful, or can that ever happen?

What do you do with a dead rose?

Withered and worn are most saturated

Beauty that comes from finite, intangible

Charm is the genesis of anger and confusion

Overwhelming enchantment 

Paralyzing love

Inevitable death

Yet, necessary to know the divine

What do you do with a dead rose?

Love my city ⚜️

her.

her.

A female with an oddly spelled name Most of her time spent questioning questioning and questioning answers Able to organize chaos at risk of sanity Needing to exhale more than inhale She’s sweet Her neuroticism…

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Am I There Yet?

Am I There Yet?

Time chasing my seemingly immobile body. Am I there yet? Craving novelty to jump out and bite me, yet weary of scars. Am I there yet? This cannot be all there is, this cannot be…

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