a rose was given
to her.
Her smile, 
her red flaming hair.
a love transpiring.
Love's a firing.
Tiring of this same
ol life.
Life discovering.
An ocean of dreams, 
a river so quenching.
A trenching spirit
goes by 
the wayside. Pt.1                
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