A Girl

May 2, 2017
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The rose bud entered through my pupils,
Made its way down my spine,
And seated itself deep within my chest.
Firm roots have taken hold of my soft heart.

You blossom,
Flower you are.

Gentle thorns now prick my soul,
And the world is indifferent.

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