like a bee you're attracted to my nectar,
but baby
not all flowers are sweet.
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wilted flower
Poetry•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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like a bee you're attracted to my nectar,
but baby
not all flowers are sweet.