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Create a story or poem with the theme of 'Dead Roses'.
Roses
That’s all you’d left me with.
A bitter heart framed by bitter eyes,
Pumped by every bitter breath
I took.
I took your roses, cut them,
Scraped their roots from
The ground,
Grew my own where they stood.
Bright red roses, nothing
Like the ones you
Laid before; you made thrive,
Endure, for countless days
In our backyard garden
After finding them
Grace the window of
A basement store.
You paved the way for
A home, saved the sweetest
Drops of nectar
For our family:
Spring incarnate.
I couldn’t even leave your roses
In the compost bin, molting
All colors, thick with death.
I had seen you wither already.
I walked to the hill,
Held them open in my hands,
And let the wind take them
From me.