A Garden
You planted something in my heart and it still grows without you tending to it
How ridiculously wild my garden is
It blooms without rhyme or reason
It blooms without regard to your heart or mine
The ache continues to spread with every dream left on the vine
But my , look how beautiful all the flowers are
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