Loch Ness Flower
She lived in deep waters
Where someone once slept
Her breath ran out
Waiting to be found
"Life is short," she said.
before her flesh fell into the ground
She is in your garden
Soundly sleeping
Waiting to be watered,
A beautiful flower
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