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Lotte B.

Tulips

Freshly bought,
standing in the vase,
packed closely together,
no one wants to stand out.
No one wants to open up.

Then sunlight shines.
One by one,
they crawl out of their shells.
Their colors brighten.
Their leaves stretch open.

They’re like a group of people,
scared.
Waiting to befriend,
waiting to be loved.

Until people start dying,
faces start to hang.
Life is short,
everyone dies.
One by one.

There stands the empty vase.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]