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You were a weed that grew in my garden Your throws grew, climbing up slowly- Sharp enough, you penetrate my rose. You took away everything that was pure and beautiful. You swallowed my garden whole. Now all that grows here is false beauty- An emptiness created- A barren land and a layer of dust reminding me of once was. Intensifying the pain of dying innocence. Yet there you stand, so radiant and bright- Captivating a lover’s eye Now you grow in so many different gardens, Waiting for your next victim to be planted.