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Leaning over to smell the roses To only inhale the smoke of a burning garden Plucked prematurely To find roots that never found a bed to grow Planting unused hope and fear to fill the *** Rotting roots left to dry inside a hallow home Finding perfect days behind foggy windows Mistaking dust for gray clouds Slowly drowning in unfamiliar places Thinking sunshine’s only purpose is to burn ones soul Weeds hovering over brittle shoulders Hiding eager petals that can never bloom Searching for a family tree To only be stuck inhaling polluted air In a home that only rains
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Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
A broken garden
Leaning over to smell the roses To only inhale the smoke of a burning garden Plucked prematurely To find roots that never found a bed to grow Planting unused hope and fear to fill the *** Rotting roots left to dry inside a hallow home Finding perfect days behind foggy windows Mistaking dust for gray clouds Slowly drowning in unfamiliar places Thinking sunshine’s only purpose is to burn ones soul Weeds hovering over brittle shoulders Hiding eager petals that can never bloom Searching for a family tree To only be stuck inhaling polluted air In a home that only rains
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24/F/Minnesota
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
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