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Saturday, February 27th, 2010 11:23 pm
The angel stood in the center of the
greenhouse
flowers of every color
shows life and vitality

She sang a dirge
of loss and misfortune
love broke and battered
her voice is thin and shrill

She sang so high
that the glass of the structure broke
into a million pieces
and they fell like fallen rain of crystals
sharp enough that they cut through her wings
and skin

She bleed red
like the red roses
puddles of blood at
her feet

The roses cried silently
begging her to stop
but she wouldn't
Her sorrow tainted the plants,
it works like poison and everything
wilts.