My anger is a flower
Ripening to form fruits of sadnessA leaf that falls
Overshadowed by your pettiness
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Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
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My anger is a flower
Ripening to form fruits of sadnessA leaf that falls
Overshadowed by your pettiness