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Apr 2015
The devils foot soldier;
That's what you turned to be.
The one I thought that I could trust;
Confuses my memory.
You water the flower to feed the roots;
Thus only to pluck the petals.
It reminds me of how strong you are;
Strong like crimson metal.

But that metal rusts, and the flower dies after you've shed them limb by limb.
Stripping them down to their ***** cores;
And exposing their deadly sins.

We're all like flowers, but don't water the roots if you'll only pluck our petals.
It'll show the **** truth inside;
Like rusted crimson metal.

                                        Alysia Marie 2015 ©
Alysia Marie
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Alysia Marie  23/F/Long Island, New York
(23/F/Long Island, New York)   
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