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A garden inside of me
There's a garden inside of me.
It grows through my lungs
with roses and daisies.
It grows with my soul when it's touch by another.
Though it rains, though time it collapses
It's still there, growing roses and daisies.
With warmth and kindness, it's always there,
though storms pass and go.
It will always be there, my garden inside of me.
With the roses and daisies of my life within me.
Sunday 4th June 2017 4:50 pm
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