the tears she cried could allow a garden to flourish for an eternity
she inflicted wounds deeper each time so carefully
the ones she loved left her alone with her own introspection
her mind was a treacherous one when denied affection
she insisted they stay but they couldn't hear her plea
muffled by the mound of dirt piled six feet deep.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
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