Shadepoet, Her.

A dying Rose
Is her pose
Fragrance as much I know
Dug my feels hollow
Shadows cast
My dreams grow dark
So, when my feelings don't grow back
I'll make this my only fact...
From it's rise till the set
The sun is just not my spec
The moon instead
Is the one I'll call my first

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