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The Sonnet of Honest Tragedy
Flower petals are falling onto the grass
The dirt turns to mud on this Valentine’s Day.
The pink and red roses turn grey and black
as the cute teenage couple are on a date.
The boy gives the girl a box of crayons,
Reminding her of childhood when everything was fun
But playing with crayons is now frowned upon.
Kindergarteners are now forced to play with guns.
Soon, they’ll get these colors from magic pills.
Or maybe needles when they become too pimply.
This classroom is now a hospital,
for the souls who are becoming old and wrinkly.
They’re like the wrinkles on your tissue as you wipe your eyes.
Flowers cover their graves while the dirt covers mine.
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