To All The Red Dirt I've Endured
Embrace the freedom to detach from the conventional and find solace in the depths of your own thoughts and experiences.
It is okay for your petals to detach from the continuity of the garden. You are a dandelion, tall and proud, no need to do anything else but wax and wane with the sun.
Allow the crows to pluck sweet nothings from your hazel eye. Sip every ounce of nectar from your brainstem till all you know is the dirt below yo…
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