Unnamed Poem #1

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Date made: December 7, 2018 

They plant a seed

and expect it to grow

without water or food

What we need

you throw

it away which is rude

Stop this and let us free

sore like a bird

and let our wings spread 

You have us like Bees

in this cursed world 

and we stop doing what you said

((Thought? Opinions?? I quite like the the message in this one still. No art for this))

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