A pretty sunflower once grew in a forest clearing
Near my home, I found the flower when it was dying
Contaminated with the dirt of others and their lying
After pruning and watering the sunflower it began to glow
It would grow slow by slow
As too did my bound with this flower
The flower felt as if it had power
Over all the insects that would attack it
Until one day when I came out
And the flower had killed herself
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