Look. I'm just a flower. No more, no less. You can lay all the meanings and metaphors on me you want. I don't care. I'm just thinking about sex. You know, reproduction. Just like you. I didn't evolve to look beautiful to you or be fragrant for you. It's all about sex.
I don't get to live very long. You lop me off, pinch off my leaves and bring me into your house. Sometimes you even press me flat. I don't get to feel the bugs gently tickling my petals. I don't get to feels the birds and the bees nuzzling me. I miss the sun and the chance to jiggle a sparkling drop of rain water.
I was only meant to be a flower.
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