The Fallen Rose
Seal of a fallen rose sinks
Sinks and disappears without a dose
Dose of herbs and plants that grow on the ground
Ground that breeds and breaks without a sound
Sound of a soul harrowing in pain
Pain of filched memories of the haunted
Haunted by a ripper in the eyes of its watchers...
(Tailgating poetry)
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