Crash

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Like a rose, she blossoms
Like a thorn, she stings
Holding her heart, so close to her chest
Letting no one in

Like a wave, she crashes
One stormy night
Like the sand, she sifts
Till she's no more in sight.

Like the sun
She rose
Like the moon
She fell
Hoping and praying her head
Was as hard as her heart as well.

~B.F

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