Aug 18, 2004 21:34
The teardrop fell from her nose
Falling into a proud red rose
Matching the shape of her drooping frown
The rose fell limply to the ground
Black with pain, wilted, it died
Crippled from the dark tears that she cried
It was dead and on the groud it layed
And the girl lies the exact same way
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