Poem 1

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Your eyes are brown
Just like the deep soil
The soil that lets plants grow
I am that plant
The plant who you help
Without even realizing
The pillar of my strength
Because without you
I'm nothing
I would not even exist
And just be a speck of dust
That would be dust off

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