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Water Rose Shattered
A picture drawn of current worry
of horror and thoughts untold
and even in the rose petals' flurry
I realize I've been sold.
Sold to the coldhearted society's thrall
and they toss me around to each other
and laugh as I almost shatter when I fall,
dizzying circles of facings smother
hopes of recovering from the whirlwind
and they poke and prod at me
and ask me if I can see
that I'm the one who sinned...
