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Nov 2017
I was a flower
who longed to be watered
but he didn't like flowers
so I knew I would wilt
and that was fine

He began to water the roses
and my thirst rejuvenated
but he didn't like dandelions
no one waters a ****

As roses bloomed my roots withered
a bright yellow flower turned to white seeds
he steps on me
my seeds blow away...
Anthea
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Anthea  25/F/New York
(25/F/New York)   
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