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Saturday, January 7, 2017

that quiet, inner-garden place
a niche for shrinking pains and growing worlds
its graveyards host the hosts of murdered hates
bared teeth & burning passions are not welcome
until they are tamed and learn to cry
broken pots leak their nourishing streams
and flowers find their minds and strength

September 2016
Posted by S. at 9:40 AM
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