Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
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