Flora, no Fauna.
They're resilient and don't need a lot of sun
Purify the air for me
Take to give away everything that I'd need, requested back again, and again, and again, and again
Stretching thin to take the first steps into modern light, seldom as it does, seldom as it was not
When I grow older, I will become more like you
When the sleep takes hold, I wish to feel the silent night take warden as I lay there still, until unrequited passion turns my leaves black into the dirt in which I stand
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