A Flower; Another NameA Poem by C Peril
Tossed upon the Earth,
we grew, as weeds grow At the expense of something; to the detriment of something And whatever beauty we did produce, it was quite reduced... By our label, we were weeds, afterall Undesirable Weeds don't belong, in the ideal garden, son So pardon us, our poison But this pretty little picture Must be preserved
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StatsAuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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