Death of a Rose
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malingering in the openess of the two speakers crashing in unison. the grindstone of the soul seeking a recognition factor, an extension of the turned handle, a scar left to wither. something about the fall of the leaf in autumn, something about the sudden cessation of vibrancy creates the guided tour. another time perhaps? or a slanted view allowing rebirth? take_the_time, keep_the_time, remember_the_time.
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