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pity flower
sometimes
I forget
what you are:
just a flower
swaying to
the directions
of foul winds;
rooted,
yet can’t stand
your ground;
looted off
your perfections
for reasons lewd
you pursued
colors faded
and gone
gone into a world
a life where
pretty flowers
don't belong
Monday 6th April 2020 6:37 pm
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