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A girl in black and a white rose,
The two connected as one soul
Those olive eyes fixed on the flower,
Observing the divided power
The glass vase reflected the inner shadow,
Of the girl with skin as pale as snow
Unlike her skin,
The smoke inside her was dark and obscure,
Her heart was now the mist's moor
Came a vision of the girl being abandoned during a storm,
The white petal shook and weakened at the end
The poor girl was ignored the day she was born,
The petal wilted and fell,
As if it was something it couldn't comprehend
The girl shuddered as another memory came to mind,
A horrific scene of a woman tormenting her as she cried
Another petal twitched,
Her green eyes glared
At the darkened petal, the smoke had devoured
The plant itself shed its leaves,
As those eyes saw another scene
The girl ran through a forest,
With clothes as rugged as the thorns themselves,
And skin like ice with deep cracks
She came across a black tomb and never looked back
All petals fell and gave their lives to the mist of grief,
The girl blinked and stared in disbelief
The smoke rose and grew more,
Her shrieks were silenced by the clouds of darkness the tomb bore
Her heart was now a hard piece of obsidian, so tattered
The last sound that came from the dreaded tomb,
Was the glass vase that finally shattered.
-Grisha. S
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