'' He was the richest kind of purple. Richer than the purple you get when you and the moon kissed. Lighter than the night which he was forced to bloom in but just as rich. He was the kind of purple that I can only describe as fear being overshadowed . " The dirt said to the moon " But what would I know, I've only ever held the flower up. "
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It Should Have Been The Flower
PoetryThe sun never saw the flower's true beauty because he only bloomed in the night.. A collection of my poems and feelings ( do not steal cause , Hun, they ain't that good)
