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If you were a dandelion flower
how would you wilt?
like all the rest? Fragile
and weak, lost in these words
A confusing prison
mistaken for freedom

Quick sex of spring brings freedom
To these shivering acres of flowers
dribble their seed on concrete prison
floors. Caught in the wind, they'll wilt
And wallow, with hard worthless words
Stuck in a structure so fragile

What feeds this pitiful fragile
Growth? A sad hope towards freedom
Where no one rules but your words?
Has no one told you? You're a flower.
Beautiful but brief. You'll wilt
Like the rest. A cycle, called prison!

We'll live and die in this prison.
Together, inseparable and fragile
Til the end. Here's where souls wilt
Into each other. Passing this freedom
Onto the next bright yellow flower
They'll scoff at the seeds of our words

Begging and searching for the right words,
They'll whore themselves out for a prison
Wet with dew, sprouting a different flower.
The soil's all the same. Give into fragile
illusions, a shallow solace - this freedom.
Accept the clouds for what they bring, and wilt.

Weary petals, only last so long until they wilt

Throw your words
like paint to find freedom
from this prison

But remember. You're fragile
like a flower.

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