Planted like an annual in a ground on a planet unknown
Left to face the wind on my own
The rivaling vines and weeds
My roots grow deeper and I begin to want to bloom underground
Dirt shadows my color that the sun fades each hour
In the quiet of the night, I live for no one
Retiring to myself
Dwelling on the minutes
The rain is my only caretaker, but I must share it with the rest
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