FlowersA Poem by JuliaThe weirdest of dreams are the best inspiration.
I see flowers,
Growing all around me. Taller than the trees. The petals become razor sharp And fly off the stems. They attack me. I try to shield myself, But I fail. I lay bleeding amongst the stained petals. © 2017 JuliaAuthor's Note
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