My Sweet Rose
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The moment of death,
a birth from womb
Into this world of
opaque color.
And the thoughts subside:
For heaven is such grandiose
delusion, with a former time
Where hell is a nice reward.
Emily Isaacson
The miracle of sanctity, within these
Gothic walls, and branded mirage:
Each glass, a painting,
Renaissance clear and bold.
Emily Isaacson
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