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The Grave Flower.
Ordinary born,
The unprotected childhood,
Forged him in a form society never approved.
Scraping through the leaves of life
He denied bowing to untruth.
A cold flame,
No friends he earned, No company he cherished.
Unwelcomed everywhere, and abandoned.
And that was all he yearned for, complete solitude.
No longer distracted,
He basked in his own existence and found it splendid.
A new rebel in the neighborhood,
His words with the...