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I am not what I have been shown
The seed has grown
With flowers in bloom
With wind, I am strewn

A woeful existence
Separated by your distance
Once we were one
But now that is all done

My roots try to cling
To whatever you bring
All this senseless wanting
Has became what is becoming

Try as I will
I remain frightened and still
You can change all that I am
Let me start by taking your hand

You in return are shown
Your seed has also grown
Our stems intertwine
And together we shine

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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