she stared
out the window
watching
the storm clouds
slowly swallow
any hope
of a better day
pulling petals
off of the daisy
on the off chance
the sickening need
to be loved
could be had
by wishing
on the death
of beauty
she stared
out the window
watching
the storm clouds
slowly swallow
any hope
of a better day
pulling petals
off of the daisy
on the off chance
the sickening need
to be loved
could be had
by wishing
on the death
of beauty
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