this place, its warping.

from what i used to know,
from what i used to love.

this place,
its unknown.

libary,
each day i went to the libary.

libary,
each day i spent at the libary.

libary,
each day i waste at the libary.

libary,
each day with no where else to go.

libary,
each day with no where else to be.

libary.

from the darkness,
you were my sanctuary.

angels in lace dresses,
with bows in their hair,
and rose scented tears.

full of...
almond blossoms,
forget-me-nots,
king's spears,
manchineels,
zinnias....

and if you look hard enough,
in the center you'll find,
a nasty ***** fo
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at this...


thing...



the seasons pass by,
the birds pass by,
the bugs pass by,
they all pass by...
and it stays.

the ***** nasty...


...thing...
stays.

each day i come by,
to the garden...
and work on....


it's....
removal.

but it stinks,
so i run away,
far far away.

and the smell haunts me...
that nasty ***** thing.


the fo
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