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The seeds you plant in my heart feed off the light from your face they bloom ever so quickly but soon transition into a different phase They begin to creep around the periphery of my vascular ***** they flourish and overcrowd into what becomes a garden The stalks, they start to constrict I suffocate, I shout for help, I gasp for air what in the world is happening? silly me, it's not like you even care
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
dying garden
The seeds you plant in my heart feed off the light from your face they bloom ever so quickly but soon transition into a different phase They begin to creep around the periphery of my vascular ***** they flourish and overcrowd into what becomes a garden The stalks, they start to constrict I suffocate, I shout for help, I gasp for air what in the world is happening? silly me, it's not like you even care
martin-i
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
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