on my way to the garden

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I sought

somewhere away from thought

where hearts are cursed

inside a hearse

riding atop my dream


and the host

begs to expose

to all, my routine

wheel of thought

of rouletted flaws

tumbling in the dream


oh w-

ell I

might, as well

enjoy the ride

in peace

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