I'm searching for something.
It turns from me like these flowers and dissapears into the light as if to tease.
A voice inside says, "don't give up", so I don't.
The flower shows it's yellow middle to someone else and I am jealous.
I fight with the spider at the bottom.
Or run from it.
But I leave the flower in the dust so I turn back.
And start over.
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