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I am from a flower,
from the dry dirt,
and moon.

I am from the thorns and weeds.
I am from the ugly,
From the lifeless,
And from the broken.

I am from the vacant place,
The empty place.

I'm from darkness,
And nothing,
From blood,
And pain.

I'm from stars and skies.
From a dream and night.

I'm from the soil,
the cold earth.

I'm from the abandoned.

From the hidden castle,
And lost stars.
From the isolated.

I am from the beautiful rose,
bloomed in a dead,
garden.

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