orchid
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You say you think you know me,
But I think that you're confused
Because if you really knew me
You wouldn't say "abused."
You say "locked up, imprisoned,"
Held tight from the inside,
just breath,
don't suffocate
let the amber rose
cover the cell
let the night
speak to you,
to your soul
let me breath
you in, I'll show
you art, her
tips are orchid
Green life tied with enthusiasm,
Purely white buds seeking its way out full of plasm.
The orchidanceae utterly grows,
If given its periodic dose.
Day by day its stem reaches out,
