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She is born of earth. But the other rejects its own nature. Her body Is a muse. But the other has no breath of its own To inspire. She opens up To the rays of the morning. But the rising of the sun Does not excite the latter. She dances With the whispers of the wind. But stiff and stifled The other is not tickled. But what of the soft perfume That lends charm To even the most common daisies? What little charm the other has Are fabricated By the hands of man This other In the struggle For a life not its own Is perverted into paralysis And paralyzed in pretense She is The Lily of The Valley. But you are a plastic flower.
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Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
Flowers of Plastic
She is born of earth. But the other rejects its own nature. Her body Is a muse. But the other has no breath of its own To inspire. She opens up To the rays of the morning. But the rising of the sun Does not excite the latter. She dances With the whispers of the wind. But stiff and stifled The other is not tickled. But what of the soft perfume That lends charm To even the most common daisies? What little charm the other has Are fabricated By the hands of man This other In the struggle For a life not its own Is perverted into paralysis And paralyzed in pretense She is The Lily of The Valley. But you are a plastic flower.
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dercio-lichucha
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
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