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A wilted rose


in the dead of winter
frozen dreams lie buried beneath a blanket of snow
blue, seemingly dead
still sorrow is seeping through, unseen
a wilted rose will not live to see spring
and as I walk barefoot over its snow covered thorns
my blood flourishes
where new dreams will grow

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