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Dec 2017
Oh self, gardener of mistakes.
The trees I planted grew sideways,  giving shade only when I need it, never when I want.
Oh her, gardener of nervous hearts.
The tiny little buh-bump, buh-bumps of the night haunt my mind.
But they leave me thinking she's got countless petals and seeds trespassing in me.
And I am still learning if I should embrace them in the soil,
Or if I should dig them up before I get too attached.
I'm trying to figure out whether or not I'm in love.
JD Harold
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JD Harold  20/M/Some Rainy Place
(20/M/Some Rainy Place)   
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