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april 20, 2024 — secret garden language
im in the hospital in a waiting room
my thighs are sweating, the air hot and stuffy
its too early in the morning to feel like noon
thoughts of you are the only thing keeping me steady
my music flows smokey, the album's nice
messy poetry, paradox hearts & minds
weeds on my back, sick of putting you first
its ok to love him more, my heart's seen worse
i hope the 6 year old garden was fun
the fruits of your seed and spring has begun
so for the first time in forever
abatinas and cyclamens bloom in my weather
and when winter comes, what will you do?
will another bloodthirsty creature welcome you too?
will you drain them of life and trick them like a fool?
goodluck on the run, my laugh's one haunting ghoul
— reddestofscarves, 11:00 pm.
petals work as one
held together at the stem,
until they are picked.
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.
Our love was a flower
he loved me, he loved me not
it was back and forth.
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.
A single flower
In a feild of dead bushes
starts to shed petals.
.
.
Sharp petals like blades
Peirce through my ankles as I
Run through my garden.
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- Ceramic-Feelings