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"Rubber Figs"
I am a store-bought rubber fig -
The kind of thing to which one must give
Their attention, not to mention a modicum of care.
You are incapable of sustaining life;
You've never known the first thing
About the nature of being nurturing,
And your garden-variety indifference -
The casual malice of your disinterest -
Left this sapling heart of mine
To shrivel, wither away, and die.
It makes no difference now
Whether that was your intention.
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