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May 2017
I met a traveler when I was 17
He was sweet
He is my friend
Before he left he said
You're like a flower
I asked him what kind
He said a cactus flower
I was confused by, why something so prickly
He said not prickly but beautiful and strong
The last thing he said before getting in that car
If you're going to be a flower
be a cactus flower
Written by
Wide eyed
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   D, Flaws, Azaria and Ryan Holden
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