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Lying down in a rounded glade

Enjoying such a funny spell

She was enveiling to the blinding light

Dew was creating smoky froth

She was the chosen one

She hadn't missed her mesmerizing date

Flying white petals, seduced and living mist

It started to rain

Her blood started to boil, her veins melted

Her skin hardened, her nails turned yellow

Lying half buried, she died stiff and swollen

She couldn't move, scream nor breathe

Something was still living inside her

It wouldn't rot

It would germinate

He was back