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Every time I see a flower
I remember my mother's words:
Don't be charmed by its colour
There could be a worm inside
My mom humors herself by terrifying me with strange facts.
There’s a snake outside my house
It eats rats
It scares thieves
Tell me why I should **** it?
Maybe one day, it will come around
and swallow me whole along with its tail
"But today is not that day." or so I say
staring at the crimson sky,
as it slithers through the grass.

— The End —