ill blossom

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She was so graceful

Elegance emitted in every stride

But an ill blossom; imperfections riddled through her pose

Gently it is hindering her growth

Devoted to denial

Coiled around her finger tip

Faultless

She didn't know she had been poisoned

Stubborness had left her voiceless

Tears alone couldnt convey

How deep it seeped into her roots

She was so graceful



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