Daffodils/by:Haunted Lunacy

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Such beautiful daffodils 
lay dead at her feet.
Wilted and broken,
dead petals so sweet.
She tramples them 
and smiles, for she feels 
no pain. she giggles with 
delight and grows dark 
once again.
She’s silent in the shadows,
where eyes do not see.
Her heart kept in a box,
and hidden from thee.
No eyes can behold her,
nor arms hold her tight,
lest he become as the
 daffodils,
at her feet tonight .

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