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HER ESCAPE
Deep within the everglades
she laid her weary head
Hidden by the fan of blades
upon her floral bed
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She must escape the torture
but how she doesn't know
Her flower withered to a bud
It can no longer grow
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One by one they plucked her
leaving nothing but a shell
Now In her bed of sorrow
she escapes her life of hell
~*~
Once a blooming rose of life
she dies among the seeds
The result of their evil hearts
as she escapes the devils deeds
~*~
ANGELLYNN
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