you led me to the garden
i ate the apple
no shame, delicious
the fruit turned to flowers
when you spoke of their beauty
they blossomed in admiration
now each petal sobs with loneliness,
parched, in need of saturation,
wailing, wilting away to oblivion
a desolated garden of disappointment
flowers of sorrow in full bloom
each one with the same story
you planted them
you picked them
you left them to die
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