The Devils Daisies/by:Haunted Lunacy

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She frolicked amongst the 
devils daisies.,
trampling under foot each 
and every one.
Whimsical laughter escapes 
her lips,
an endless ballet of 
maniacal fun.

Her feet move gracefully 
through the grass,
Her arms swing violently
 through the air.
Singing the sweet song
 of her demons,
Performing for an audience 
that isn’t there.

Beautifully mad, erotic,
and crazy,
The girl that frolics
amongst the devils 
daisies.

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