My Flower

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I plucked you from the world. And you became mine. A snail is hardly itself without a shell. The light in the darkness is infront of me. The darkness far behind me. Shells lay scattered across the beach. I plucked you from a beautiful woodland floor. If you want me to explain a poem plzz let me know :), plz follow, like an comment :)

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