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Oh dear Chrysanthemum,
You look so joyful dancing with the summer wind.
And your petals are the testament
of your courage and hardwork.

Hello dear Chrysanthemum,
You look so lovely under the midday sun,
But the world has yet to understand,
the pain it took you to bloom.
Germinate.
 Apr 2020 McKenzie I
Eris
Spiral
 Apr 2020 McKenzie I
Eris
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Though heartbreak and torture we throw our minds into a
spree spiralling down into deep dark nothingness

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