I Love This!
Her life like grass, so tender, young and full of life like the succulent breast of a young mother.
Her life like grass, thinking that all green things are there to make her grow and so she opens her arms to grasshoppers who are only there for green death and destruction.
Her life like grass, always beautifying the lives of others who accept her so long as she doesn’t attempt to grow because
her life like grass, she is cut down with sharp hatred and green envy since her growth disturbs the very people she “prettifies”
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