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A mourning poem about Prim (Hunger Games special)

It was one lovely time, the time when sunshine caressed my face with a friendly ray and dried leaves played longingly under my feet. I had a smile which spread forever, I had a smile deep rooted within my heart, the warmth and hope that prolonged from within the organ beneath my ribs.
That time when I had a pair of little and soft hands to hold on to me tight, finges entwined into one another. That lovely bud of rose which bloomed hearing the miner's lost songs of "the hanging tree" and the healer's hands crushing leaves to let into the mouth of the ill and striken.
The hybrid rose which strikes terror into my being, haunts my sleep and taunts with the unstricken arrow. That silver splay of hope which spread from the hover craft, that pearly bane which spread onto the innocent child's hands, that which used to spread hope of bread and medicine in the arena, that which contained the little bundle of distress, licked my body with flame and conjured the rose up lik…