Opera - Part II

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And she said
are you asking for flowers?

And I told her
if flowers came
I'm not sure my ugly branches could hold them

And she said
there's beauty in perfection
but no compassion whatsoever
light shines the most on the cracks of things
if they're golden
so fill yourself with gold
where the wounds are

I found no gold in me, but
light shone unto my every scar
I held people without regrets or judgement
and I just kept on breathing
and breathing
listening to my own hearbeat, accepting

And flowers came in blooming

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