History may repeat itself
But so do my words:
"I'm fine."
A lie I've perfected over time.
The truth?
I've been lost for a while.

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?            you've changed               ?
           they say            
?                                                ­       ?
but they dont
question
?                        why                       ?
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I tumbled
deep into
the garden’s
throat in
a dream,
  where scent
was thick
enough to
breathe
like water.
When i
tried
to lift my
body out,
roses
clutched
at me
tendrils
looping
my wrists,
stems
curling
my ankles,
petals
cupping
my heart.
Some
amputated
their roots
from the soil,
'howling'
refusing to
snap me off
  themselves.

Within the mirage, I had a fantasy, it was only a refraction of my imagination, not quite an illusion. I took another **** and sifted through the seeds of confusion.