Original poem: the thief (short poem)

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They came as flowers beautiful as hibiscus
Hibiscus my kind of flowers, so I cling along,
Along I enjoyed the cool breeze it blows,
It blows fragrance of beauty, soon I too became an hibiscus;
My hibiscus became so unique and astounding,
Astounding as it was, they lure me and plug my hibiscus leaving me beautiless

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