queen of rose.
upsurpt from her throne.
yet still commanding the folks.
king of skies
tries his best to help with her difficult thorns.
all of rose , micromanaged...
the sky feels trapped and stale.
all the days seem the last too long ..
and hell begins to unfold...
and my blood,
trapped by the storm's close ..
shattered the thin taut rope
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