Ruined Chance
Flowers dance and scream out my name They not only scream in fun yearning But also true pain The edge of the woods look down on me Swaying rythmically And become the only thing my heart can see Smells have changed throughout the years It used to be of loving brightness Now its the chemicals and public fears Sticks and fish which near the ocean On the surface are of amusment But the water is filled with poison Nature will always call no matter what But people are removing it all I stare and watch the government fufill the tales of its filthy global smut
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