Dying Red Roses
Dying red roses
The love I lost reminds me of dying red roses
Bleeding colour on a marble headstone imposes
One day records someone’s death into visual noises
Perfect except memories always remind poises
Kill or be killed is the ritual we practice resources
Feeling pain is all about the colour of dying red roses
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