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Sometimes they're many Sometimes they're few Unpractically pretty But they will do Flowers in my garden The only things certain The only faces I know Who'd remain true as they grow They may blossom like my growing fear The may wither like my sanity They are stifled by the thorns Like the skin I'm in, well-worn They are suppressed by the weeds Like the guilt in me Flowers in my garden I am quite certain We're the same But I'm embodied in flesh Flowers in my garden I beg your pardon? What do you mean that you don't exist? If you leave, what'll happen to me?
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
Flowers in my Garden
Sometimes they're many Sometimes they're few Unpractically pretty But they will do Flowers in my garden The only things certain The only faces I know Who'd remain true as they grow They may blossom like my growing fear The may wither like my sanity They are stifled by the thorns Like the skin I'm in, well-worn They are suppressed by the weeds Like the guilt in me Flowers in my garden I am quite certain We're the same But I'm embodied in flesh Flowers in my garden I beg your pardon? What do you mean that you don't exist? If you leave, what'll happen to me?
Tried to write a positive poem, but I'm not one to lie in my poems.
#joenymous#flowers#garden#botany#sanity#jolife#mylife
Asominate
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Asominate
21/Guyana, South America
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
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