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I used to let the rich red flowers that sprout every month dominate my garden I couldn't- wouldn’t- undergo the embarrassment of digging shears out of by bag And dragging them into the bathroom with me. I couldn’t bear to leave the clippings in there, perhaps I wouldn’t. I wonder who made me ashamed of this red garden. I wonder why they find it so thorny, when these are not roses, but tulips
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Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 12:00 PM UTC
Rich red flowers
I used to let the rich red flowers that sprout every month dominate my garden I couldn't- wouldn’t- undergo the embarrassment of digging shears out of by bag And dragging them into the bathroom with me. I couldn’t bear to leave the clippings in there, perhaps I wouldn’t. I wonder who made me ashamed of this red garden. I wonder why they find it so thorny, when these are not roses, but tulips
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Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 12:00 PM UTC
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