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A Flowerless Corpse
Snowing-- a hiemal, deathly air Their frigid, frostbitten fingers hold nothing Uncomfortable silence washes over all there A petalless, thorny rose someone is clutching Her corpse, defunct, stiff yet motionless Skin, once warm brown, now ghastly Her grinning face, now emotionless They thought she would die lastly Life has limits, death endures eternity From her loss, not a single tear was shed She, a daughter, never within confraternity No one ever cared to hear the words she said So she lay, her arms crossed against her chest No flowers were dropped upon her frail body Instead, the thorny rose stabs her breast Unhuggable cacti she could embody On her prickly torso, blood streams No one shall wipe liquid and spikes off No one shall pay respect, it now seems They simply do not really care; they scoff So there she’ll lay, unloved and disrespected With not blooms and gold, but many a thorn Only snow showers her, quite expected-- That no one would dare to mourn.
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