Splashed with a stale spray
Her thorn is clipped and flung
There was once a soft mist
That dissolved her into submission
Now the grip tightens over her stem
As she gasps , petrified amidst slumber
Before she fears at the impending plight
Her eyes are smeared with glittery slime
Her breath is gagged by a forced tornado
The twinkle she plucked from noon
By preserving dew drops in her veil
Now coagulates in the hideous dark
Stacked with more buds in this pain
Shrouded by a see through sheath
She is chosen amidst a heap on rack
To bring cheer to a pampered lip.
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