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Destroyed us
I placed a flower in my hands,
so delicate and beautiful.
Clenched my fist shut tightly,
watched the petals screw in fear.
Opened my palm to withered petals,
destroyed by me not age.
The red dye ran down my fingers,
from life that once existed.
The stains they linger.
The stains they linger.
so delicate and beautiful.
Clenched my fist shut tightly,
watched the petals screw in fear.
Opened my palm to withered petals,
destroyed by me not age.
The red dye ran down my fingers,
from life that once existed.
The stains they linger.
The stains they linger.
Published 6th May 2015
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6th May 2015 5:58pm
I'm reading this without the third stanza as it's implied and thus seems redundant. The ending is rock solid.
6th May 2015 6:45pm
