She was a wildflower
She carried chaos in her petals
and beauty in her thorns

Her leaves furled and twitched with memories
Her stems curled and etched with stories

She stayed rooted to her soul
Her roots spreading into her dreams

She was beautifully chaotic
She was a magical mess

Dare you not pluck her
For, she was the wildest wildflower
with beauty in her thorns!

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