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I once was a beautiful rose

Nourished by nature

And fed by prose.

I later became

The thorns along its skin,

Protective and painful

Never allowing the poetry in.

I am now a cactus,

Rough and firm

I stand,

Weathering these conditions

With only a pen

In my hand.

By Anastasia Amy

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