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Apr 2019
A singular flower grows out
the face of a rock.

That little sprout,
It was holding the power that was bout to be unlocked.

Time was the key
To split the rock
Because that little flower grew a tree.
The singular flower
Cleared a path by unleashing it’s power.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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