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The Flowers' Reign
I foolishly await the sound of raindrops
Although it has no significance to ne,
what keeps me waiting is
the flowers' greed.
The rain nourishes them, its gentle touch
makes them bloom.
Once the rain stops, they wilt.
Now all they remember is the salvation, yet
they live on famished.
Fulfill them, complete them, satisfy them,
I suffer either way.
Make it easier, sway them to make them used to
the yearning and longing.
Rip them out of their roots,
manipulate my mind, control my life.
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Although it has no significance to ne,
what keeps me waiting is
the flowers' greed.
The rain nourishes them, its gentle touch
makes them bloom.
Once the rain stops, they wilt.
Now all they remember is the salvation, yet
they live on famished.
Fulfill them, complete them, satisfy them,
I suffer either way.
Make it easier, sway them to make them used to
the yearning and longing.
Rip them out of their roots,
manipulate my mind, control my life.
© All Rights Reserved
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