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Midnight Flowers

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❝ She was a rose petal

In a basket of thorns. ❞

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She whelved her innocence

Behind her crimson complexion;

A complexion that hid her

Igneous features.

When the sun abandoned the sky

And the moon accompanied it's

Only friend

One would hear her

Deafening cries for help

But no-one dared to pick a rose

Out of the pulchritudinous garden

For lying behind such beauty

Saturating her plants

With tainted black water

Was a brute, a scourge;

An ignominy to men.

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