even when,
out of the blue,
the one you wanted
did not want you,
even when your entire spirit
crumbled into specks of dirt,
and you find traces of dust
underneath your fingernails
even when you feel like you'll
never be clean again,
remember that you can plant
a flower,
a tree,
something, out of just a little dirt.
remember that, through soil,
good still comes of you.
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