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Aug 2019
Flowers grow and flowers die
like the soul within your eyes
when in bloom, beautiful and fresh
whether held by, petals or flesh
each individual and unique
neither, needn't to speak

both flower and soul, need to grow
to one day stand in the sun, and glow
for if they don't, they'd be withered and dry
left alone, to die
Written by
S Jasilyn Dorr
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