Though the exact details
of her death have become
the things of legend, we
remember her trivialities
and the most unfortunate
circumstances. They say
she went with red carnations
and that daisies declared
her innocence where she
could not. Lily of the valley
was, by all accounts, a
white spice in her Nordic
blonde. Poppies were the
merciful ones, gracing her
eyes with the greatest haze.
Rumor has it that twenty
roses grew in every color
from the soil of her grave,
but all the azaleas gave up on
life when their maiden died.















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"And someone throws a chicken up onto the stage. So I pick it up and throw it back into the crowd I mean, I'm from Detroit, I've never been on a farm: it has feathers and wings...it'll fly."~Alice Cooper
"Sin is the last reality of humanity."~Lord Henry
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