This has come to end.
In moments these flowers will bloom and rot.
In moments your beauty, laid to waste.
Your convictions felt.
Your convictions felt.
Waiting as I saw you fading.
Like everything in time you weathered and you died.
Pull the pedals and rot.
Dead eyes for false lies.
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