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Slaying Beauty
I slay her beauty, like I slay the night. Boarding her up, she weeps for what is right. I sing a tune of mocking birds, and sashay down the aisle. It is her I hear, she calls me still, I see her smile....
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Someone said you were bad, not worth keeping around. Your single flower droops, letting me know that you heard their unkind words. They were jealous, do not mind them, they tried to grow a cactus and...
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