dying rose

my heart lifted
hands plunged
depths of my
soul exposed

oh sun beat
downward hell
burning brain is
melting red

my dying rose
you wither away
my dying rose
I wish I were gay
my dying rose
your thorns how they say
away, away, away

God is a woman

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