thus the frightful hideous flowers undulate
                                the day kissed with corrosion and rot
                                unwillingly resisting the essence of the bouquet
                                submerged in the wind wicked with surge
                                gazing at blossoms dripping with sin
                                a distance storm of chance thundering of chaos
                                flight from danger in air of doom and disbelief
                                the beast of clay in shroud whose face is my reflection




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