Blackened Spots

Please, help me, Rainbow Friend,

The Shadow follows me again.

The Black Dahlia's personalities hide, 

She's unlovable if she tries. 

My darkness shines through,

I think about the moon.

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The moon peers and heals my doubts,

My restlessness drowns.

Now, I am anew like the naked groves,

Peace fulfills my soul. 

The ego breathes one's last

The Garden's flowers lag!

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No disturbance will follow Daisy's newest mold,

The shadow's green gets muggy and molts.

I apologize and tell the dead flower, "You are free,"

The Banshee, Black Dahlia, and Borderline Seed can never leave.

Daisy lays and rests,

No hush will make her detest ---

She's nothing more than a blotch,

The villagers see her blackened spots!

I raise my consciousness, and cover Daisy with her leaves,

Off I flee!