As the petal floats to the ground it begans to cripple grow hard, brittle and brown For my love is gone and dead but the rest has not been said. It's as if Death is my new friend who comforts me in my time of deed becuse he knoes sooner or later he shall have to complete his dark deed. Yes the leavs may blow and bugs may glow while the grass grows but wat is now important is the fact that I feel drained and collapse inot an everlasting darkness that runs endlessley.
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