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Ages Past Weeping

A cruel black rose
cut its way up through
an age-buried cinder block
to caress the merciless heavens
to kiss the divine flocks
of age-dead beasts
A picture set with laughing eyes
that pluck the rose
with ageless hands
to brew thin potions
shattering tender mercy
ages past weeping

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