Posies fall like the dreams you tossed my way.
Hovering forever out of reach
of my premature limbs.
A few more years
and the moon would have been mine to hold.

Trapped in this innocent visage;
Form done up in silken doll clothes,
I cant see why you
would cause me such anguish

Honeyed life-force
seeps into my own cursed self.
The body grows pale
as my envy festers.

Was it really that hard to stop my heart from beating?

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