8:01 a.m. - 2016
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A topiary of the mind
Weeds and flowers growing together
Depending on how we nourish
Or early conditioning

Oh but I wish you roses with huge fragrant blossoms...
And thorns, yes thorns, to keep away
Those who would steal your beauty
Till your last petal falls
On that distant day
When we are home, together once more

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