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The Rose and Her Lonely Garden
What is the warmth of a rose stranded in a deserted garden! A rose undressed of its lovely crimson petals. Skimpy and desolated as a fox under a full incandescent moon.
The rose, a "prisoner of loyalty", committed to [illegible] the valley of her quintessence, the valley of her paramour.
Through the bitter, the cold, the storm, the rose shines upon her garden overshadowing the woes that transgress against their committal of us, and not you or I.
To share its last titillating aura of her cherishment.
To stand being the gondola at sunset until the sun has gone down.
Holding her place with him until death comes and does them apart...
The rose is as virtuous to its garden, as its sail is to its rose.
The worth of her cornerstone!
Pencil drawing of a highly detailed branch of a rosebush.
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