and like a lamb to the slaughter;
they've made us line up like sheep
waiting for the trial of life.
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wilted flower
Puisi•Vol. 1• I am a wilted flower. Nipped at the bud. Dried out by the harsh sun. Never given water. Never given love. Never given a chance to blossom, into the vibrant flower I know I can be. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••...
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and like a lamb to the slaughter;
they've made us line up like sheep
waiting for the trial of life.
