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Plant Poetry

07 October, 2016

. . . is exactly what you think it is. A burst of inspiration I felt one day and immediately wrote down in my notes. I consider these the final version and hopefully no other explanation is needed.




How dare you wilt
Right in front of me,
When my petals have already gone.

How dare you crumble
At my feet,
When I'm already dust.

Your cloud of insecurity
Is not match for the storm
Beneath my doorstep.

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You grow where I wilt,
You bloom where I fall,
At my grave you are merely a seed.

I can't help but wonder,
If you were always a garden,
But I'm planted as merely a weed.



XOXOXO

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