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Lying down in a rounded glade
Enjoying such a funny spell
She was enveiling to the blinding light
Dew was creating smoky froth

She was the chosen one
She hadn't missed her mesmerizing date
Flying white petals, seduced and living mist
It started to rain

Her blood started to boil, her veins melted
Her skin hardened, her nails turned yellow
Lying half buried, she died stiff and swollen
She couldn't move, scream nor breathe

Something was still living inside her
It wouldn't rot
It would germinate
He was back

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