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~:~
From the House of Established Gamemakers
~:~
President Snow,
Crafted each petal have we,
painstakingly forgotten names of the past.
Leaves shall rise in the spring,
wane at summer,
depart in the fall,
remain cadaverous during winter.
Stems will shatter,
weave together,
spawn mahem,
double crossing a flower.
Thorns carved of the Dark Days once passed
Gamemakers of yore, us descended were second-string
arenas of past are seen torpid.
Where the new bloom of a plant will land,
only we know
which is,
Among the Roses.
Sincerely Co-Head Gamesmakers,
Felicity Jeremine &
Carmichael Vesuvius
~:~
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