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In this garden the roses have all withered the sparrows no longer twitter the day is dark and bitter In this garden a rusty gate swings in the wind a faded pinwheel gently spins a sad little girl swings within In this garden the trees are brown and rotten the youthful dreams are forgotten the little tears fall often In this garden the land lays in dark repose the stream no longer flows the little eyes bare pain untold In this garden once there was beauty here once laughter flowed sweet and clear once there was vigilance near ALesiach © 05/22/2015
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Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
In this Garden
Beyond this door and in this house. If walls could speak, these would weep. There is no laughter, there is no love, There is only tears and a young girl's fears. She escapes to her room and tries to be quiet. If there is no sound, he will not come around. The moon watches in the window near. As she cowers in bed and screams 'NO' in her head. On the verge of madness, she watches the **** turn. His sweat fills the air, all she can do is stare. He draws her near, more poison for her mind. He drags her to hell with no one to tell. ALesiach © 01/01/2015
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Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
These Walls