It rained
not from the sky though;
She bled
not from the skin though;
She chose to vanish
just from the parish
Promising to vanquish
all that her image tarnish.
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sHoRt PoEtRy By A cLuMsY gIrL
PoetryShort poems from the finger tips of a clumsy girl and the heart of a strong teenager
💌 SHE
It rained
not from the sky though;
She bled
not from the skin though;
She chose to vanish
just from the parish
Promising to vanquish
all that her image tarnish.
