My flower

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My rose
Your smell reminds me
On someone who has become ash
Someone who is very rusty in the heart

The rose in the palm
Until the heart is crushed red
Until stabbing lies
Died memories for you to save

Sometimes the heart is tired to cry
Shouting until the sound disappears already
Crying to dry tears
Just leaving tired

I will not forget
For every red roses you give
Because at the end of my loyalty said
In each of my eyelids my prayer anchored for you

Now everything is black
You're lost from a black eye looking
Just a bunch of black roses I can give
As dusk docks where we are.

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