Plugged and placed to beautify
In a vase golden lined,
For few days, For few eyes.
The water half full, Betraying...
Giving hope to buds
who still wait to bloom.
Pleasure seeking eyes
raping her innocence,
vermiculating on petals each time.
Stands tall the Flower,
Still smiling wide for
the ROTTING beneath to hide.
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