she bit my shrub!
swaying summer gone down
foliage!!!
foliage!!!
B O O M E D my networked lumber
winter awaits in her icicle bridal gown
orange, green, brown
crinkled, wrinkled
every single one adorns the ground
miss autumn stripped me of my leaf breeches
check my nude branches
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protea
Poetry"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey
