planted in a garden,
with roots tangled.
we share water
while we grow,
and curl our tendrils up together.
when the shovels come,
after birds and bees and sun,
they'll pry us from our ground
inseparably brittle.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
planted in a garden,
with roots tangled.
we share water
while we grow,
and curl our tendrils up together.
when the shovels come,
after birds and bees and sun,
they'll pry us from our ground
inseparably brittle.
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