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I can picture my heart as a rose
the pedals are withering, turning black around the edges
slowly dying from the cold
weeds are growing steadily increasingly their hold
choking , smothering, intent on killing the soul
the words that I used to listen to so intently
so warm an cheery are now gone
the days are shorter ,the nights longer
Her words as she left were like a killing frost
~ DD ~