plants.

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plants.

There is a jar of plants beside my bed,

Seeping with sweet calming aromas

That get into my head

And i always found it beautiful

That even when these plants are cut and put in

a jar

with water full

Even when they are taken and plucked from

The earth,

They,

Like you and me, despite how broken

We may be,

Still grow.

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