Sunday, January 16, 2011

Withered Rose!

Withered Rose! Withered Rose!
What wretched soul brought thee here?
Was it love or luxury?
Oh! Withered Rose!
Can not thou hear me?
Thy color has seeped into treachery!
Thy quaint beauty oh so vile!
Shall this heavy breast remain still?
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