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flowers
exist
in all
different sizes
and colors

and they
never feel
bothered
by a different
flower

so why
can't we be
like flowers?
also check out my other poems!  :)
The taste of her lips;
         brings me to my knees,
         where I melt her in my mouth,
         not my hands.
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