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15 january 2012

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Malaya Roses
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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