Overgrown

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Her heart is like an overgrown garden

Full of flowers and weeds,

And she cannot stand to 

Take from their natural beauty

So she leaves

Them to grow

How they like

And where they like.

She

Wanders through

Their

Unruliness,

Wildness.

She loves them

(she is learning to love them)

Without

Regrets

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