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~ Poems written by Naomi H. ~ • Some written by AI •
Grew up, then wilted underground
No one cares for the screaming sounds
Ignored it like it never existed
It seemed like no one ever missed it
Grew up, then wilted underground
This poor blossom hasn't said a sound
Seems like its voice is lost
Deep in the ground,
The blossom will never be found
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