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Out of Season

Look man

If I tell you what you don’t know

You won’t believe me anyway

You’ll think I deceive and lead you astray

So I’ll hold up a mirror

And your hand

And we’ll do this together

For as long as it takes

Because I’ve learned well

From past mistakes

That it may not be best

To force quicken the pace

Of change

Just like a flower

Cannot be hastened to bloom

Neither should you

Pry open petals

Out of season

Too soon

“Out Of Season” by Amanda Colleen Williams


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