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Anxious Ad Nauseam

By August 20, 2018July 7th, 2021No Comments

True to the name,
and just like a rose.
But the petals do fall,
From their pose.

I see I see,
I know I see me.
Though true colours do paint,
what I cannot be.

Like each moment does,
they all do pass,
and when the fire goes,
the rose becomes glass.