Her mind was like a big beautiful garden. Although, when she unlocked the gates and let someone in, the only thing that happened was the visitor picking all of her most beautiful roses. They plucked them-petal by petal-and then left without a trace. Because of this, her gate turned into a high stone wall, and all of her remaining flowers started to die.
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Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
