What I Hold Back
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Last published Thu, Jun 4, 2020
Seeing a pretty flower
As you walk by
Its beauty is the only
Thing to catch your eye.
You have not been there
To witness it growth
You have not seen
The many storms its bared.
All you see is a pretty flower,
like the pretty flowers everywhere.
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