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One moribund petal
crushed unknowingly
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She walked on life decieving
never experiencing deception
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With subliminal second imagination
a voluntary detachment
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She sighs
her lovely petals
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She sighs
her lovely petals
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Unanswered confusions
colour themselves in pale pink
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While walking on trembling kisses
she sweeps her aura
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Silently
her hand slipped...
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The sun on the horizon
slowly tiptoes across the meadows
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Leaded in subtle desings
she throws her hat
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I touched
my dying infant.
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In severity to unblock
selfless surprises
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Pierced
like subtle songs
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She reduced tears
to saline parchments
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Decorated with
strawberry butterflies
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His every move
is like breathless indignation
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She knew her
spirit was at stake.
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He drew me in
submerging eyes
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She still cries.
fluttering conscience
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Hemmed with laces
buried alive
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