my mind is a hidden
my mind is a hidden garden
where my thoughts grow wild
dandelions, savage blossoms,
beautiful weeds, overgrown
from blowing too many wishes
into the wind
my mind is a secret graveyard
where I keep ghosts of past loves,
hearts still and cooled, forever buried
deep within my subconscious
resting in peace
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