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LifeThere is life in this world, In the most remote places where you thought nothing could ever live There is but one flower Which lives in the center of the desert Hot, yet humid This flower lives ever more, With nothing but air, and hope to feed off of Like me I am that flower I live off of hope to be with you By: Eric Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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