What do you think of my poem?

Lucy

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Floroushing violets: you scratch their stalks,
Stop them from leaving the muddy grave in which you trample them down,
Maybe the nettles which stung your judgment
Also spiked the labyrinth where I lie.
"Do I ignore?" or "do I take heed?"*
My conscience brawls.
My eyes bleed from the bustle in my brain.
Hurts like no other.*
Legs awquard. Arms flail.
I can't get up.
Because you gave me the hope of
Never reaching ought.*
Finally, they found me, I was lost in my thoughts.*
What thoughts? I have none.
You swallowed them. Why can't you swallow your pride?
I should not spill blood over you.

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