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Yellow green iris

Soft petals fell from her yellow 
green iris.

No sound could be heard as her petals 

fell silent.


A deep breath of air cleared some 
thorns deep inside her. 


Both feet hit the ground like a song 
drunk on cider. 


She stood tall like a tree, 
Showing strength and desire. 


Fire roared while sharp pain 
stabbed deeply inside her. 


Wild flames blazed the thorns 
th...

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