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Feb 2014
I think that maybe
I am trying to be that girl
The one who tries so hard
To bloom that I instead
Die before the sun comes up
Because maybe
You would love me then
Behind albino rose petals
Colored with sweet blood
As your fingers are pricked
By the thorns
Maybe you will find beauty
In the inevitable death
Of untimely wilting flowers.
Eleutherophobia
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