Flawed Utopia
As I waves my hand raised my hand over the pot, I said:
To be little
Short as a sprout
Rise up above the ground
Up to a foot, maybe two
Let me bring this flower
To the world we know
Up, Up and grow too
Glitter then started to from making a beautiful chocolate rose. It looked beautiful, but then black ooze just like blood started coming right out of it, with lack and gray smoke.
“UGH, not again.” I huffed, opening the window to get all the smoke out.
“Wow, who knew Lavender would have trouble with such a simple spell.”
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