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I sit in the corner of the room
Watching my arm as it bleeds
In the pool of blood, a flower blooms
Beautiful, colorful, and dangerous

A dot of yellow surrounded by red petals
A yellow so bright it burns
On that dot a bee settles
Vaporized in a puff of smoke

The smoke rises to the ceiling, ocean blue
Dolphins and fish swim around
But the gray sharks are in there too
Red oozes out as the teeth sink in

Drip, drip to the lamp above
Turning the white light to red
What remains of the white is a dove
That flies away to a field of flowers

Oh! Fly to where the blood red flowers grow
When it lands it’s engulfed in flames
No more pure white as snow
As it flickers and blackens it whispers

Beauty



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