Grapefruit Garden

July 12, 2022

My garden is cursed with wilting plants

Plants that were once thriving

Plants that didn’t know what it meant to wilt

And at night my plants dream

Dream that the next morning they will again be thriving

But they won’t

They will never return to their once flourishing state

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