Literary Yard

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By: Linda M Crate


i am a flower
you were the frost
and you tried
killing me;
but i resisted your
likewise should you
come to me
i will not fall vulnerable
before you
i have learned my lesson,
and i have made no
intention of
making the same mistake
your blue eyes of winter
cut thorugh the
glass of
my heart with all their
now there are
dragons, thorns, briers, and
stone walls
guarding my heart;
you will not
break in and destroy me once again—
this time, wicked wolf,
you will be destroyed in the
flames of your lust.


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