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The scent of roses
Embraces me
And the
Thorn Bird is singing
United in suffering
Blood trickles from my wounds
The stigma of my greed
The artificial
rose never dies
But I'm ravished by the wild rose
It smells most beautiful
When it's dying
My private Heaven
My
private Lake of Tears
My private Temple
Of Crystal Ice
At the Edge Of Sanity
I've built the Castle Of Sand
Trying
to hide
In depth of soul
I shred of mortality
Is unavailing
Fear will find it
Bitter rain falls down
From
the clouds of my eyes
I've found purpose in life
To be always in motion
The rose my wither
But you cannot
keep its smell
Please put one red wild rose on my grave
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