when You Disobey:
your Petals are plucked from wilted minds.
hours pass unnoticed while
we chew and spit your Spirit.
I'll sweep up your stems and await your successors;
we'll grow another set of Flowers.
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A/N: Very short posting this week. I had a Oneshot focused on Mary lined up, but, when I reread it for editing, it wasn't quite right, and, so, not fit for public consumption. Reviews are welcome, as always.