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5d
I draw flowers,
Flowers are my comfort.
but, eventually Flowers wilt.
If they wilt, they die.
So does my comfort.
Oh but what's this?
a new comfort?
but its a girl,
does she like flowers?
but she is a flower,
a flower that will never wilt
a flower that will forever be my comfort.
Decided to re-write the first poem, the first one was kinda bland
Written by
Slugish  18/F/L.A California
(18/F/L.A California)   
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