Purple Flower

She was a pretty purple flower.

Until he tore her silky petals.

He pulled off her wine leaves.

Then he took away her sun.

Finally he pulled out her roots.

He left her on the pavement.

She is bare, destroyed, and ugly.

People keep walking by not stopping.

Nobody wants to keep her anymore.

She is dried, ruined, and alone.

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