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Oct 2019
the garden stares at me with grey-brown eyes,
deprived,
weakly it envies the neighbor's yards,
unwatered,
thirsty,
looking for love.

a hot vent of rage shoots up in my mind
i pour acid on the garden,
choking out its chance to grow.

there, i said smiling an evil smile
i killed some time

and i turned my back on the day
which had a dagger in its back
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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