Garden

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We

Have been growing a Garden

That no longer fulfills its purposes

We

Have been watering flowers

That can no longer flourish

We

Anticipated the arrival of Spring

But it's Winter all year long

We can no longer bloom

And water these dead flowers

May they grow

From the pain of our tears

When they finally reach the petals

We no longer care for the same Garden

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