I dream of roses blooming
Red, so deeply perfumed,
heady with fragrant spice.
Their petals bleed across my chest,
stigmata of blood soft petals
pooling into rivers deep and wide, so wide
I lose the receding shore
until the ocean draws closer
and I inhale sticky salt air
filled with the scent of roses,
drowning pools of bloom
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