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A small flower
Just a seed
planted in the dark
you were fed, to grow, to blossom.

In the dark you grew,
Spreading your leaves out so far,
Reaching for the light,
Almost touching it,

You found it,
But it was too soon
You wilted
Curling back into the dark.

Your thorns, so sharp,
Gripping with all their strength,
Holding tightly,
Waiting for life.

Back into the dark you went,
into the ground,
Forever in the earth,
Never to grow.