Amaranthine Memories

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immortality blooms from your lungs
the dark roses become a means
for our memories
I found myself in a spell of
deeply romantic melancholy
I love you in death, you
have suspended me
in a passion that I cannot
quite understand, my love
bury me in red

roses forever


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