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A Trellis Full of Roses
She was an orphan with an ax to grind wanting nothing from no one. Gifted with flaming red hair and freckles she was quite the eye full Each day she ducked around in rubber flip flops picking remnant leaves and discarded petals from the ground, in her neighbor's backyard, . One tiny bud cute little boutonniere fell to the ground Like herself this tiny petal had seen better days. Tucking it in her smock she scrambled on her knees in another patch to find more of them. another petal, she began to melt beneath a fractal sun Juniper Bleeding Berries they nicknamed her cuz her lips were always bloody and chewed. Also known as the hairy red fairy, they poked and taunted in a jail called Reyhanli. she found a bleeding red one mad as hell with a shake of the trellis she spilled out the rose petals one by one. Without a sound they fell, never stood a chance. Picking up an handful of soft crumbled petals she tucked them in her smock. Bet they felt misplaced there in her sandy pocket, Like herself she thought as she left the others behind, to mulch and rot inside the ground.
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