She scrunched her nose when she laughed
now she lies still
the overwarm water
splattering her skin
causing no change to the blue
everything inside
screaming she was in there
as we punched the one voice that let
the words she's gone
wanting to wrap a towel around
and dry her alive
leave the shower running
i want to drown the world
cause the one thing worth it
has made it...
In the middle of an overwarm
December,
A single yellow rose blooms
from withered leaf and thorn.
Its beauty radiates from petals
brushed with Heaven's gold;
And I am reminded of a star
guiding three wisemen to a
savior born.
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