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The Breaking Spirit |
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The Breaking Spirit |
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Bring to life
this image: a strong, once vibrant rose, now wilting and distilled; tainted with the curse of life and aging. Nothing more than a failing heart. Time has not been kind to this rose; its petals are dark, nearly black, and the stem that once held it sturdily is failing. Nothing more than a tender soul. The petals have fallen from this structure, sinking slowly to the ground below and landing in silence; tender flits ending blessed beauty. Nothing more than a death appealing. The scent that once befell the rose passed a long time ago, now replaced with the stink of rot and decay, having undergone a hideous transformation from flower to death omen. Nothing more than a black rose. The black rose: unseen and untouched by many, but known to some, the few that are the black roses of their own generation. Nothing more than a broken spirit. |
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