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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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