Mars

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Grass grows over my withered heart make new this empty shell of a plant petals. Renewed as spring came fourth though. Winters hardships love found in dark forest of my heart not tree gods or tree goddess a planet  of love and hopefulness that once big tree not a dandelion in my eyes hiding with his lies i allow him to fall from my mind make feelings go blind focus on me and the time that ticks by till we all say goodbye to our mother 

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