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A Player Still

Dead to all feelings he admires his rose of all days
She sits in wonder of his wasted heart and adverse ways.
Adverse to loving or allowing to be loved
his ways killing him slowly from within
His rose blooms full of life and love
feeling his cold touch as he plucks her once again.
Looking to one another, not knowing what to do
his rose wonders why he's dead to all feelings
What has he been through?

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