Enigma ain't free though, and I'd just about ruin mine if I went ahead and blabbered on about myself, completely uninhibited, like I do to my ceramic pet rabbit, Trudilicious. What Trudilicious hears in her porcelain ears is NOT FOR THE INTERNET! Like so many great literists, I will inform you about myself while simultaneous adding another layer of gauzy mystery to my aura- via poetry! This is a poem written by me, about me.
I am a Flower
I am a flower.
I am delicate.
I don't tolerate extreme temperature.
I look good naked and in store windows.
My stems are covered in short hairs.
I attract various insects.
I am a flower.
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