Leave Life
Feeling the itch,
To close the stitch,
Even in this demonic weather,
There is still a delicate flower,
Blowing throughout harsh wind,
Never having sin'd,
Being so innocent,
Crushing it's spine bent,
Having seen so much,
Dying in one last clutch.
Copyright © Ashlee Knutson | Year Posted 2011
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