Chapter Eleven.

you look at me

and your pleading eyes ask, "Why?"

i wish i could tell you...

i have never seen a wall flower

but were i ever too,

i should think to find it beautiful beyond compare

there is something which appeals to my romantic sensibilities

about a flower smart and able enough to grow sideways,

pushing itself through the stone-y wall

to the outside.

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