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Apr 2014
I'm sweet and loving on the outside,
I'm a flower; a soft, pretty thing,
I'm very kind to most everyone I encounter,
Even those who, harm, bring.

However, inside is a different matter,
Too dark for flowers to grow,
Images dance of blood and ******,
The dance of screams is sweet and slow.
D
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D  25/Canada
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