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You see that flower,
Perfect, Beautiful, Open
That flower has fully blossmed
Up to it's highest height,
To it's most georgeous color.

But me, just a bud,
Is not Perfect
Is not Beautiful
Is not Open

I am that prickly weed.
No one wants me to grow
In their social garden.





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