She felt as worthless as dirt
Walked all over
And no one could care less
But the most beautiful flowers grew from that useless dirt on the ground
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Flowers Under My Skin
PoetryA series of original short poems written through my perspective.
Dirt
She felt as worthless as dirt
Walked all over
And no one could care less
But the most beautiful flowers grew from that useless dirt on the ground
