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My heart

is a dead garden

Overgrown and full of tangled roots

I try

to rip it all out

Covering my hands in soil

i look like a weed

Smiling

you hold my bloodied hands

My mouth is full of dead flowers

Light falls

onto your garden

You won't meet my eyes

"I am only thorns"

I hold

a drop of sunlight

All I see is weeds in my garden

The dandelion still has flowers

Some say that they grant wishes

Blow away my flowering body

All it needs is room to grow