The Rose Terrace Empress
Rose terrace empress
resting on my chest,
pounding flesh.
Harvesting graves in my heart where
dead memories rest.
Sustaining seeds{of}
the rose,
{In time}blooming
escaping the skin.
{Releasing}sin
Lust in the ashes
of past trials
tied to the{here and now}
force fed passion,
{as the} empress rides
enduring longer{than me}.
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