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Petals from the dewy rose
slowly fluttered on the wind
and fell behind the curtain-
which she closed.
Behind her now, they whithered
glancing back upon a whim
she saw thay were all past her now,
billowing away across the distance,
like her fresh and poignaint sin.
She was slender as the gallos.
She was fair as any corpse.
She was lost to reverie.
The path was now littered
with petals from the rose bud
rising from the shadows
like blood
floating in the wind.
Where she walked there were the petals.
Where she stood there was dispair.
Her past was full of rose buds, and they whithered there.
Her presence was blessed as a tyrant.
Her past was cursed with innocence.
The road between was marked with a prevading, rosey scent.
- Title: Her Past and Not Her Presence
- Artist: Drakansa
- Description: I saw a typo. It was my muse. Here are the results
- Date: 10/06/2008
- Tags: past presence
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- Drakansa - 10/16/2008
- I'm thinking of doing some sever edits on this later. I think I can make it a lot better smile
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