Rose Sheen

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The sliver of you ran red like blood. You said everything and there I was, standing still.

My hushed breath. You caught yours.

I was on my way to see a friend.

The words escaped and made no mark. You undressed my promises while I floundered in fortune lost.

The Louvre and eager hands. I was blind to the siren sound.

We were alive. Immortal for a while.

But you forgot and the loss unseen was a damp smudge to a vibrant sheen.

I was left to fight the world alone. Pricked by thorns as I smelled the rose.

I beat the odds to take me back.

To the trust in life in every beat.

But I sit in silence as Limbo calls.

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