She set before roses hoping they will train her in the art of opening up.
Heavy hands and heavy hearted. She lay still. Swollen eyes and stolen breath. She closes her eyes. Shaking skin and soul stick sighs. She smiles. Unheld glances and untouched fingers. She stares at me.
In the garden, I will die.
In the roses they will kill me. I was going to her, to pick roses.
- To Find Death. // ~ hail
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