Turning Into a Rose

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The bones in my arms tingle into hundreds of petals
My legs become stems, and my arms thorns
It doesn’t matter where my heart has gone
Or where my conscience has resolved itself
I am more beautiful than a hundred women.
From here, I can see the endless turquoise sky
I watch my petals diminish one at a time
Considering how I’ll miss having endless dreams

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