Seeds Blossom like popcorn buttered two minutes ago for a long evening in front of the TV with your little sister beside you on the blue couch, refusing to move when you kick her chubby legs under the Harley Davidson blanket. Smiling smugly, pinning up her Devil-red streaked black curls, she knows she's not second-best. Yet she remains oblivious that she is one of the seeds you will tuck in the pocket of your mind for the barren road ahead.
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