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In the sole, a rose blooms.

Red petals, scent simple but good.

Beauty for none to see.

Seasons pass by, and she keeps sit.

Alive, pretty, and soft... Imortal.

Forever observing, alone in the green sea.

The rose sees, feels, and hear, but doesn't speak.

Who would she speak with?

There's only the green sea.

Breeze hits, the flower feels it.

Grass and flower syncs to east.

The red rose has the green sea, but is presence the sole factor in a relationship?

I like the shapes shadows form on surfaces, SPECIALLY when hit by the sunlight. I just adore this aesthetic.

Needles in my heart, tearing from proximity.

Memories i wish were hidden.

Forgotten promises meaningless.

Corruption, destruction, deception, why keep my heart in suspension?

Thunderous thoughts for something i desire to be revoked.

Anxiety from past memories.

When i claim numb, my heart, needles poke a restart.

I just want a resort, free from my aching heart.