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You say you think you know me, But I think that you're confused Because if you really knew me You wouldn't say "abused." You say "locked up, imprisoned," Held tight from the inside,
just breath,  don't suffocate  let the amber rose  cover the cell let the night  speak to you, to your soul let me breath  you in, I'll show  you art, her  tips are orchid 
Green life tied with enthusiasm, Purely white buds seeking its way out full of plasm. The orchidanceae utterly grows, If given its periodic dose.   Day by day its stem reaches out,
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