'plants'

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The flowers spew from your mouth,Your insides are ripped and torn,You body is like a dilapidated house,The bursting flora pouring from a shaking form,Each ripping growth revealing a new thorn
i am always growing.   looking back, i see my past self as a seed of something larger, struggling to weasel its way out of the staunch, sturdy soil and bathe itself in the cleansing glow of the sun.
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