Sordid Flower

Body twisted and contorted

This sordid flower begins to wilt

Years of malnutrition, living only off stout will

Still, roots running deep

A funny thing for one so static

Forever held in place, it seems

No beam of light can penetrate

None venerate its’ beauty

None will look for it in Spring

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