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486 · Feb 2013
Plight of a Plant
J-Dawg Feb 2013
back in the days when
I was a child,
I wondered when I
would stretch out my hands,
stretch out my life,
stretch out myself until I
could grow,
grow,
grow
until my head hit the
clouds and the cloak of the
sun would drape over my shoulders.
I just got crowned king, you know,
just started to blossom,
when suddenly I was hugged
and chosen. Then I knew
that it was all over
and that I would no
longer have a kingdom.

— The End —