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Jun 2021
I say it's a whole flower
They say it's yellow
I say ok
They say only their clone matters
Oh yeah I see what they mean
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Only my reflection cares
Only my eyes turn to springs and run around the room
Apparently I'm the spare
The full stop that keeps jumping around
But never makes a sound
Oh God
I hope humanities compound
Does it exist?
Written by
Logan Turner
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