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WINTER ROSES
i can hear it
the screams of the winter roses
crushing beneath my feet

i can feel it
the pain of the winter roses
bleeding beneath the snow

i can smell it
the aroma of hope
crumpling within the winter petals

i can taste it
the fear that comes
with the death of the winter roses

i can hear it
your screams of agony
as he crushes you
against his hand again

i can feel it
the pain of being broken
bleeding in that familiar place

i can smell it
the aroma of hope
crumpling within your heart

i can taste it
the fear that comes
when the one you trust betrays you
once again