Sunflower Girl Kat Bott Misunderstood. Your mind, your soul—I see, through long grown thorns—Sadly, they’re rooted strongly to you. You don’t need them— they breach your stem—Roughly. sunflower girl—Hear me, they’re still rooted to you. Your lovely soul—it is brightly grown in yellow sun; those thorns belong on red.
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