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A Flower Blooms

 

Her dress like a flower blooms
And from its core legs of ivory pour

Hearts of gravel shutter and soar
Until they burst shattered forever more

Black above, pink beneath
Silken snakes dance across tattered sheets

Heels of midnight placed on ivory white
And through the thunder cries pierce the night

The loss of the flower torn and scared
Until that fateful hour when life is restored

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