February 15, 2010
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The flowers around her eyes match the petals of her lips
Demons crowd around her, tickle at her hips
When she screams for no one, all her ghosts appear
A single butterfly wipes away a single tear
Crystal clear as moonlight washed across her hair
The anger streaks of yesterday begin to burn and tear
Baby blue of midnight, whisper in my ear
Tell me all your secrets and pray that i do hear
Lovely child fantasy plays across her dreams
She is as a rag doll torn apart across her seams

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