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I gather you haven't heard?
What happened to the young girl with hopes and dreams?
She died along with puberty
But in her room above the highest floor
She will sit and wait... in silence
To hear the breaking of her heart

I gather you haven't heard?
The sniffling of tears racing down her mountains
Trespassing into shady land held by anger
She will ball her fist only to unclench remorse
Her knuckles will be white for a few
Deepening back into red

I gather you haven't heard?
How they called her names
The same name she would never utter to them
Each letter of each word eviscerated her 
Disemboweled her hope to nothing
And once again streaming on her mountains

I gather you haven't heard?
What it's like to be me?
How many times have I counted goodbye, she said
But that will be all she will say
Her tongue is too dry with salt

I gather you haven't heard?
The trumpets that called her home
They sounded best  played by Gabriel
God took his hand and scooped her up
She held out hers and gave him her life
Whispered sorry, and trembled to peace

I gather you haven't heard?
The way God folded her body into a flower
Within it endless petals
She will be called the Giving Rose
With thorns adorn with diamonds
And Emerald's for leaves

I gather you haven't heard?
How no matter the brashness of the season
There the Giving Flower waits for one to pluck her
Before they can touch they are terrified of her thorns
The Giving Flower will once again be lonely and beautiful another life

I gather you haven't heard?
The wailing of the wind drying The Giving Roses dew
God said... "Watch your life for it will be ticking delirium
The seconds are your biggest enemy and so turn the minutes"
The Giving Rose bowed her head and led another tragedy as life

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