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mackinley sabol Oct 2013
She was exquisite,
standing alone in the depths of the forest.
Soul blossoming from within,
with a mystic glow.
Society tore her out.
A wild flower,
roots taken from the earth,
left to fade in front of the world.
Her color drained,
petals fell.
Society cried and wondering,
what happened;
to natural, unique
beauty.
mackinley sabol Oct 2013
Vines wrapping her soul,
lips elegant as pedals.
wild flowers blooming
out of her collarbones,
tracing her jawline.
clear blue eyes.
natural beauty
so exquisite,
as a dawns early sunshine.
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
She puts her headphones in,
All for the home that she can
Escape the obligation
Of socializing with
This world
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
Eyes
Bleeding
Cuts
Crying
.
Souls screaming
For a slight sliver
Of light
To shine on
This pure hatred
We call
"society"
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
Being loved
Its a beautiful thing
Like having pure sunlight
Poured into your soul
And those rays shining
Out of every pore
That your skin allows.
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
When her petals fall
She does.
All color,
****** from her
Now soulless corpse
Grey and thin
When her flowers
bloom
All beauty
Shall appear
Once again
mackinley sabol Jul 2013
Flowers
Sprouting out
Of her collarbones,
Petals defining
Her beautiful face
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