The Flower Knows
Water the seed, pretty thing
A drink to quench the thirst
A beautiful flower spring will bring
If the seed is properly nursed
Memories can’t grow
Blood isn’t water
Only the flower will know
Skin will never grow hotter
A patch of dirt, surrounded by dead.
Nothing grows, nothing grows
Lay to rest, in this barren bed
The secrets only the flower knows
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