Christopher Reed wanted to start a new life in Leavenworth, away from people, hoping to escape the grief of losing his wife Janice in a terrible car accident.
The charming cottage he bought with the most alluring garden was perched on a plain near t...
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Florica
Fall greets ye farewell dear Florica Your heart and soul have spilt into your botanica A gypsy's magic love so mystique Your soul, profoundly unique A wounded spirit's whisper like a melodica.
Like an Amaranth your heart echoes; Love-lies-bleeding They did not listen to your soul's pleading Scarlet blood trickles from your heart, mournful bride Your garden's narrating your tale of woe as you died We never saw your sorrow and never saw you leavin'
Emotionless eyes are gazing endlessly into eternity A dark liquid oozing; was this a life of harmony? Aid you summoned with broken bloody dirt-filled nails There's one thing that surely never fails Fulfilling vengeance, a vanity.
