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In bloom
The beautiful kind of butterfliesIn my stomach, in my eyesLed me to the blooming gardenAnd there I found youWith baby's breath and rosesYou walked to me and smiledWith fangs and a sweet pair of dimplesWe had a conversation about the skyOn how the colours turn orange or blueGosh, suddenly I became a flower tooWishing to bloom with you.
Everyone has their own struggle of becoming better. Think twice before we judge! :)
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