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There is a gardener with many plants,
The names of which he knows.
When in bloom they open up,
Their petals they expose.
Competing for attention,
They're intoxicating and it shows.
But only one will catch his eye,
His only love, the rose.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
