Rebel of socities' rule,
life in it's truest form.
So shy looking at times,
yet so outgoing and lovely.
Bringing life to others,
and inspiring broken souls.
Though underneath this,
she is a woman of tragedy.
But with a mask of emotions,
that she wears so very well,
not a soul could tell this.
How does she keep going,
isn't she tired of living?
Shall this girl ever find peace,
that is deserved by her.
How attractive and sweet scented,
it draws me to her.
Just as a pitcher plant might catch an insect.
To my darling the beautiful and sexual,
punk.
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