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[ The dandelions grow. ]

The dandelions grow.
So,
I strangle
and I choke
in hopes to make them croak
I pull
and I tug.

I rip up, with a rush, the dirty lengthy roots
But every day another always shoots
I make them choke as I face their pure yellows
I make them drip white blood on my hands with strife
but no matter how hard I strangle
no matter how hard I tear
those beautiful wretched flowers crowd my life.
JetNikolai
Written by JetNikolai
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Author's Note
As pretty as a field of dandelions looks I can stand when one pops up in my garden. Just as in life weeds pop up every day without proper maintenance.
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