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I used to think I was a gardener sowing lifelong seeds pruning the leaves to ensure I had the pleasure to grow old with them I learned my precious plants can choose to leave I even learned they knew how to wilt themselves into the dirt I watched as nature took some before they even bore their fruit for me to see I used to think I was a gardener but I am just the sexton to their graves
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Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 3:28 AM UTC
the sexton
I used to think I was a gardener sowing lifelong seeds pruning the leaves to ensure I had the pleasure to grow old with them I learned my precious plants can choose to leave I even learned they knew how to wilt themselves into the dirt I watched as nature took some before they even bore their fruit for me to see I used to think I was a gardener but I am just the sexton to their graves
I don’t know how much more death i can witness
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Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 3:28 AM UTC
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