my blood runs cold
as a garden filled with
lilies, daisies, and roses
rots
at the touch of my hand.
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the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
the garden that rots
my blood runs cold
as a garden filled with
lilies, daisies, and roses
rots
at the touch of my hand.
