Malaya Roses
SURVIVE
Take my bones and burn them into the ashes
Still I shall survive your treason.
Take my skin and peel them off.
Still, I must survive your season.
Take my veins and pull them to the ending knot.
Still, I will survive your monsoon.
Take my soul and sold them cheap.
Still, I'd survived your fallen castle.
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