Death of a Rose pundits glory in hazard partaking,
thor's hammer straining under pent up release,
flashes of brilliance in the panting winds,
translucent gyrations wetting the earth,
quiet repose, imbibing the pain,

oleander brackets, honour replaced with the zero hour.

love me, depise me, hold me, break me.

such etheral policing,
pinning fastidous nativities upon her neck,

yellow with guilt,
benovolent kisses,

commerative of our congealed futures.
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