nle-Stories: A Masked Mystery
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Growth
Love is a sickness, a plague, a villain.
Ill begotten will; withered flowers long lost.
I am nourish and happy just as I am.
Empty vases of lost memories I no longer regret.
A garden blossoms beyond decaying bitterness.
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