Flower
I walk down the street
on my way to school
looking for a half decent flower to give you
It's even harder when it's wet
because they're either dead or in bad shape
And when I do find it, I put it in my bag
praying it doesn't get damaged too much
And when i do give you that flower, i feel good
Inside my heart.
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