Fake Flowers
I hate fake flowers
They are deceitful liars
They don't give off oxygen
Or sway in the breeze
They smell like cheap plastic
And while they never wither and die
They never grow
And they never drop seeds
And they will never see their children bloom
I am glad because I hate fake flowers
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