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Jun 2019
Welcome! let me open  the gate.
This wonderful world of color awaits.
A layered labyrinth of dreams lies before you.
Respected roses rise to great you.
Outlandish orchids orchestrate an obstacle course of overbearance.
Laughable lily's litter and lubricate your lucidity.
Vibrant vines with violent viscosity.
Behold perplexities only beholden in a garden so fresh with evocation.
Crunch!
Petals scattered across the ground.
Limp are the extremities.
Reds, greens, blues and purples now turned to oranges and browns and blacks.
What happened to all of the life?
When did the love stop?
Why did you stop caring?
With no moments to nourish.
With no time spent only death could thrive.
With no attention given wounds can only fester.
Because you stopped nothing could grow.
Written by
byron Johnson jr  33/M/california
(33/M/california)   
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     --- and Bogdan Dragos
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