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I peel the roses, one by one

Make my way down hollow halls

Leave a fragrant trail behind me

Watching the petals, as they fall


The color of blood, stains my hands

As I grasp the delicate stems

These thorns, a mere reminder

When I was once condemned


Still I’ll search for my salvation

Leave the petals where they lay

Seek to find redemption

From the sins of yesterday



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