Planted

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I have planted myself
And keep grasping the earth with
All my strength.
Yet my
Tender flowers do
Whither
From the weight of sorrow.
Hollow sighs escape my lips.

I am
No longer reaching.
How full these petals might bloom at the sight

Of the

Sun;
Or your face.

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