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Mountain flower

I was walking pushing my soul into the floor when i seen a flower something ive seen many times before

It was gorgeous a true beauty to behold 

And innocent much like me when i was 10 years old 

Its petals were like mirrors reflecting the truths and the past 

Its leaves were so well concealed they were one with the grass

But there was one thing oh so unique 

The center of the flower so to speak

Oh no oh my i cannot gaze anymore my sight has been broken i cannot see anymore 

Twas night and i cannot play anymore 

However mother and father wouldnt care of a little more 

A little more time 

A couple more chances 

Just to watch these flower dances 

Well maybe dad with his masculinity 

Maybe mom with her judicial mentality 

But not me i want this flower to myself even in the dark i feel it bloom 

The grass has moved away its made room 

Its made sense its made clear where there is gray 

It has seen both sides of night and day

It can bloom with water it can bloom with oil 

It wont burn in hell and wont wain in turmoil 

Ill just sleep with it maybe it will fall i doubt it now that im looking this flower is a million feet tall 

It comes tonight oh yes it does 

Hopefully it comes down to me before the weather does 

Through storm i slept through pain i slept and no it never was

This mountain flower ohhhh how sweet you can be 

Hopefully tonight you can finally be 

In my arms so you can grow with me 

donefinishedhurtobliviousplain sight

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