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Slowly Gone
The rose
Slowly droops
It's petals
Falling to the ground
Slowly turning black
Slowly dying
Every moment
The rose was alive
Fades into
Nothingness
Everything it
Was
Gone
Life is cruel
Death is easier
Even if you
Made it as
Far as you could
Death would
Eventually
Claim you
And you would be
Simply
Gone
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Autumn Winds
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