Revival
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Updated: 15 hours ago

There is something restless
in the way you become
not once,
but
time and time again.
There is magic in the way that you grow,
like roots reaching out to ground themselves before the seasons bloom.
You are the beautiful blossom
in a world filled with cold.
You do not just grow,
you insist on it.



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