The flower was a hard rolling rock Shaped like a long gigantic cock It looked at her and said to cum She told it to give her a bottle of rum She took some shots and began to cry It was the end; she wanted to die A tear stormed down upon the flower It blossomed to a weed rotten and sour The weed stabbed her with its horny thorn Torn, her reborn blood it had worn The drop of sin had infected it The rest of the world rejected it Off and alone the weed wilted away The forgetful fucker is dead today
Reason for writing:
A situation that happened where this girl who was HIV+ was pressured into having sex/raped. The guy became infected, and he died from AIDS.
Birth sign: Libra
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