And because you were inhibited
Your growth became a novelty
And your seeds became a poison
And yet, with time comes sprouting
And when you blossomed
Nobody dared to look away
To see such a sight
Of purples and blues
Of a bud once sturdy
Now delicately petaled
But weeds find their way
As death is skilled like that
Not to kill, but to suffocate
And yet, you bloomed
Deadheading the toxins
Rising to grandeur
A fantasy of a curtained floral ridden land
A smell of heady sweetness
And still
After months of stretching
And years of gradual growth
You remain wilting
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