These flowering weeds of secrets
That sneak through my garden
Besieging the fertile soil,
Threatening to overcome
What is left of my wilting half truths,
Have pushed past the heart of my lips
Through my fingers.
That sneak through my garden
Besieging the fertile soil,
Threatening to overcome
What is left of my wilting half truths,
Have pushed past the heart of my lips
Through my fingers.
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