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Willow


(Disclaimer, This is a project for school so it is a little odd and it is a ruff draft as well.... and I just thought I would share it with you guys...This was also made with the help of one of my friends who made this for a class!! Thank you J!!)

 

She is like a sprout of Alfalfa blowing in the wind and

She takes Boron supplements to heal her bones and

She needs reusable Carbon to just to stay alive as

She is sprouting a Cotyledon on the inside of her lungs

Her DNA Is a mix of red and blue flower pedals  and

Being a Human Genus sometimes is hard thing

She likes to eat Grapes but sadly can not.

 

And with Her hair the color of Hard red spring wheat and

The Yura Shigure that she Horticultures and put into her hair

As she runs around in a Meadow of Kentucky Bluegrass as all

The Macronutrients that she had once consumed is now gone

She has Micronutrient pills used to help her live and as

She lays down on Zea Mays in the Meadow of her mind as

A bubble of Nitrogen layers the ground of its

Nickel colored fog.

 

And as leaves that look like Oats started falling from the trees

As she is laying there White and Purple Orchids with Pseudo leaves surrounding her

And As all of these plants are using Photosynthesis just so she can breath

As The Phosphorus in her bones slowly disappear just   

As well as her Potassium levels in her heart.

 

And as the smell of Rye fills her nose for the last time

Her Soybean eyes plead and beg

As Sunflower tears fall from her eyes

As her Sulfur colored face slowly turns to porcelain white  

As the Yura Shigure Species falls from her hair

The Scarifications from all of the pain was once again opening up and bleeding out

A Tomato shade of red down her arms and legs.

Grape Vines hanging over her crossing from tree to tree from the Viticulture that happened earlier in the season   

And as the Rhizobacteria and the roots from below are slowly wrapping around her soon to be lifeless body as she starts to breaths slower

And With that one last Respiration her breath is no more...


 

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Comments (3)

Zukuuuuu
<p>Thank you for the feed back!!!!</p>
Zukuuuuu
<p>That was what I was going for but I had to change some of the letters around to make it fit and end it in a way that fits..</p>
xo_stardust_xo
<p>I noticed that it kind of goes in the letters of the alphabet, but you did miss some letters, but still good job</p>

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