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Cracks and a rose

Raised in a bed of flowers Counting the minutes Counting the hours As demons devoured One second is all it took From the cracks a rose flowered Wedded by passion The time kept ticking He grew in frailed fractions With a little limp as his only friend Out of the dirt. And out of the darkness But for the rose, darkness. Was not the end..

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