Cherry blossoms
She was a time bomb, this ticking girl,
With dying stars in her eyes and a bittersweet imploding heart,
She couldnt help the meaningless tears rolling down her thin-streched cheeks,
So red with blood and pale beneath the rosy façade,
Filled up and hollowed out,
With cherry blossoms crushed beneath the heel of her boot.
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