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I watered myself weekly Still my leaves drooped with hurt So, I purchased the latest plant food And sprayed its drops in my dirt I nourished myself regularly Still my green shoots turned gray So, I purchased the sharpest shears And clipped all the bad parts away I manicured myself doggedly And my stem remained sterile So, I purchased a colorful *** And hoped new mix would make me fertile I altered myself somberly And my plant would not sprout So, I moved myself to a different window And wished that light would outshine doubt.
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Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 5:29 PM UTC
Death From Improvement