She laughed and smiled and though.
She dreamed and she gave.
She hugged and she kissed.
She cuddled amd smuggled and hoped,
that maybe someday she'd be beautiful,
like the rose.
They told her she couldn't.
They told her she wouldn't,
and then they realized that
They and their words
Had killed her
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