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Mar 26
I used to think I was a gardener
sowing lifelong seeds
pruning the leaves to ensure
I had the pleasure to grow old with them

I learned my precious plants
can choose to leave
I even learned they knew
how to wilt themselves into the dirt
I watched as nature took some before they even bore their fruit for me to see

I used to think I was a gardener
but I am just the sexton
to their graves
I don’t know how much more death i can witness
Written by
mike  32/Non-binary
(32/Non-binary)   
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     Weeping willow, n and Richard Shepherd
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