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flowers
exist
in all
different sizes
and colors

and they
never feel
bothered
by a different
flower

so why
can't we be
like flowers?
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The taste of her lips;
         brings me to my knees,
         where I melt her in my mouth,
         not my hands.
Make lemons out of lemons they say.
I make it in my house each day
For I never know what will come
so I drink and bow to sing and pray.

Pray to look far deep inside
then I move with inner pride
cause I know life is a gift
inside hardships I won’t hide.
Just a thought
Long and skinny
Like a knife
The ink it bleeds
Leaves scars on the mind.
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