Flowering
The blossom of youth,
Time passing current of growth,
The residue of filth,
Magnified upon chosen platitudes,
Platitudes raised on misinformed ground,
Cause really the choice is up to you, Until its not,
So when the person at the corner hands you their fliers,
Don’t fear to ask why, or a who says,
Don’t shriek away from the testing of information,
For only then, can you deep yourself truly in your aura and flower.
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