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Desert Flower
Would she ever fit in
Looking at what was right in front of her
She noticed it was different
For this reason she was drawn to it
She nestled herself onto it.
She looked right there
She looked pretty
She looked artistic
She looked comfortable, happy,
Even where she belonged
Unfortunately her feelings of contentment came upon her
This she was use to
She could never figure out why
Mostly it would make her cry
She so wanted to belong and fit in
Perhaps maybe be like everyone else and no one would notice:
Her stumble, pause, stare, peculiar faces and eyes,
The breath she was losing the longer she stayed around
Perhaps she wasn’t the desert flower.
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