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- "Garden"
Her lungs are like the branches,
Of the biggest, greenest tree.
Her stomach is like a flower,
Where the butterflies drink their tea.
Her soul is like a home,
Through its windows, you can see.
And her heart is like the wind,
Unpredictable and free.
But her rib-cage is like a fence,
That lets this garden be.
- sunflower.
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- This is my original poetry - please do not steal this.
