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almost two years and what i have done in those two years alone the sunflower stem, broken and withered, it's wound bare and vulnerable is finally able to become a subject of the love i should have caressed it in when all i could do was leave it to dry up, it's soil cracking and shriveled but now, watered and nurtured, and cared for slowly and slowly the leaves begin to grow again, its stem standing upright and the flower; it's golden petals begin to blossom and bloom, flourishing the sunflower becomes it's own sun, grown again; now my own sunflower
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Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 9:44 PM UTC
iii. now my own sunflower
almost two years and what i have done in those two years alone the sunflower stem, broken and withered, it's wound bare and vulnerable is finally able to become a subject of the love i should have caressed it in when all i could do was leave it to dry up, it's soil cracking and shriveled but now, watered and nurtured, and cared for slowly and slowly the leaves begin to grow again, its stem standing upright and the flower; it's golden petals begin to blossom and bloom, flourishing the sunflower becomes it's own sun, grown again; now my own sunflower
the third and final part of the three parts, finished after almost two years
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Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 9:44 PM UTC
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