"Like a rose in full bloom, life's thorns and flowers prickle and pierce the veins to my heart My tear glands have dried up like a once delicate flower in the Namib Dessert on a cold cold winter night Mya's white pearls intertwined between my fingers remind me of our time together and how we used to make each other smile Summer rain-red robots-screeching tires...the ear-piercing sound of ambulance sirens in the dark of the night, came as if, from the mouth of the angel of death Summer rain-red robots-screeching tires…and just like that, the love of my life was gone Fallen autumn pebbles on the sidewalk awaken visions of blood-drenched leaves Memories of song and dance are ever-present realities, in a reality, devoid of life Those mourning lost loved ones and lost love are the subjects of my envy Tears run down their cheeks and I reach over to wipe them away, as I pray, that their tears, never run away For once they do, then they t...
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