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Apr 2015
My heart bled crimson roses as she lay in silence.
Body still yet fluttering, floating above all else.
She covered what the world found beautiful and hid even more that which was herself.
That which I call beauty and whole.
Beaux
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Beaux  TX
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   Tyler Durden
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