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what happened to the garden
you planted in me
when we met?
what happened to the flowers you bloomed
in my heart?
you're gone
and they're wilted now
shriveled,
blackened like ashes;
waiting for the next person to come along
and bring them back to life.
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Song I'm listening to currently:
Ragged Wood by Fleet Foxes
