the garden wasn't kept up
potting soil smoked by ***
mindsets rotting cacti who’s thoughts
were drowning from a drought
it was like a killing in there
no green leaves to spare
lacking sunshine, she could only stare
into the eyes of growing despair
swept up dirt, it birthed precision
added water to vibrate my vision
in this state, how can she make decisions?
sitting in the garden is more like a prison
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 4:30 AM UTC
the garden wasn't kept up
potting soil smoked by ***
mindsets rotting cacti who’s thoughts
were drowning from a drought
it was like a killing in there
no green leaves to spare
lacking sunshine, she could only stare
into the eyes of growing despair
swept up dirt, it birthed precision
added water to vibrate my vision
in this state, how can she make decisions?
sitting in the garden is more like a prison
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