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I am the bough of a tree
Stand tall, swaying by the words of wind
Roots entrenched, nowhere to flee
Children etch their morales on me, deep skinned.
I should be the one who's bold
I shall stand by my principles
but my wings flow where the words are sold
After all, I am the stalk of a dandelion.
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Poetry is distracting me. I am happy. Thank you for reading.❤
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