Roses

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Death's Perfumes are against my nose;  it Consumes, til I'm Overdosed -
I'm Confused but I hope to know
If I refuse it would it start to grow?

Every breath is a breath of death
And so I'm left with an drunken head
So many regrets for the words unsaid
Is there a debt for the priceless lead?

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