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child, I am flower

my reproductive powers bring other people

and with them,

beauty into the world.

I grow and wilt

Give me water, nutrients sunlight,

I will blossom.

You, dear soul, are stone.

Practical and handsome.

You are smoothed by rivers and waterfalls.

Finely ground against the molecules. Softened.

I harden, fossilize against you.

I leave my print within you

and you

will never be the same.