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I’m going to collect you. I’m going to keep you on my shelf and look at you but never touch you because it will hurt. I’ll water you (sometimes) but you’ll survive because you don’t need me. You’re odd but so am I. You’re supposed to flower bloom in fact but you haven’t. I have taken you away from your home and put you on my shelf. You’re temporary and fragile but strong and tough. You push me away but pull me in I want to know more but then I don’t. because you’re a cactus on my shelf.
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
The Cactus On My Shelf
I’m going to collect you. I’m going to keep you on my shelf and look at you but never touch you because it will hurt. I’ll water you (sometimes) but you’ll survive because you don’t need me. You’re odd but so am I. You’re supposed to flower bloom in fact but you haven’t. I have taken you away from your home and put you on my shelf. You’re temporary and fragile but strong and tough. You push me away but pull me in I want to know more but then I don’t. because you’re a cactus on my shelf.
Lucymooring
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
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