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Roses
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Twisting, turning, flailing.
This labyrinth, puzzling, and beautiful.
These walls, made of limestone, cage me inside.
Vines trickling down their hard surface.
Every spring, the roses sprout.
I am their gardener, the caretaker.
My roses, more than life itself, I love you.
I am the wall that holds you.
Keeping you strong.
If only it did not end this way...
I cannot escape, for that, I cannot forgive.
My lovely roses, my warden.
I end my life...
Just for you...
My lovely roses... In my maze...
I cannot keep you, my loves.
I will no longer show mercy.
Too long I've been here.
So goodbye... My roses... My labyrinth.
Forever more.
This labyrinth, puzzling, and beautiful.
These walls, made of limestone, cage me inside.
Vines trickling down their hard surface.
Every spring, the roses sprout.
I am their gardener, the caretaker.
My roses, more than life itself, I love you.
I am the wall that holds you.
Keeping you strong.
If only it did not end this way...
I cannot escape, for that, I cannot forgive.
My lovely roses, my warden.
I end my life...
Just for you...
My lovely roses... In my maze...
I cannot keep you, my loves.
I will no longer show mercy.
Too long I've been here.
So goodbye... My roses... My labyrinth.
Forever more.
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