Within my heart and soul, time stored a vision
of me clutching a fragrant white rose;
it had a sweet scent with delicate undertones
of wine, berry, plum, and cloves.
Its aroma, juxtaposed with the odor of death,
imprinted that alabaster rose upon my mind.
And I can still recall the sensual feel
of its velvet petals softly brushing my cheek,
evoking memories...
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