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I never thought I would've locked away a flower. I never thought I would Trap such a beautiful creature of nature. The humongous red petals Stained with water, Attracting such a wide diversity of insects. I had always believed that Gorgeous things should be set free, So it could live to it's fullest. Spread out wide in the open. And so, I never thought I would've locked away a flower. Yet my marvelous mind encaged a Beautiful beast, An imperfectly perfect plant. Locked it away for years and Hid it so deep in captivity that I could never have found it And I would never have found it Until now. Years and years and years on, Since the flower did first bloom, It's scent has finally found me and So did Understanding. The pungent stench that Reeked from the Rafflesia, It slowly seeps into the present Drowning the pretty world with Pests meant to pollinate it's seed. The truly gorgeous flowers slowly Wilt away as Evil Ovethrows Everything. I once locked up a memory so tight I never ever found it, But in the recent days, It came slowly Then like a tidal wave: Crashed down on me. The shame just filling my heart. Killing the not even alive. I never thought I would've locked up a flower. But now I wish I'd locked it back up.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
Why They Locked Up The Princess
I never thought I would've locked away a flower. I never thought I would Trap such a beautiful creature of nature. The humongous red petals Stained with water, Attracting such a wide diversity of insects. I had always believed that Gorgeous things should be set free, So it could live to it's fullest. Spread out wide in the open. And so, I never thought I would've locked away a flower. Yet my marvelous mind encaged a Beautiful beast, An imperfectly perfect plant. Locked it away for years and Hid it so deep in captivity that I could never have found it And I would never have found it Until now. Years and years and years on, Since the flower did first bloom, It's scent has finally found me and So did Understanding. The pungent stench that Reeked from the Rafflesia, It slowly seeps into the present Drowning the pretty world with Pests meant to pollinate it's seed. The truly gorgeous flowers slowly Wilt away as Evil Ovethrows Everything. I once locked up a memory so tight I never ever found it, But in the recent days, It came slowly Then like a tidal wave: Crashed down on me. The shame just filling my heart. Killing the not even alive. I never thought I would've locked up a flower. But now I wish I'd locked it back up.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:12 AM UTC
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