Place my hand in your hand
I am sleeping in your garden
Ants and centipedes walk all over me
I watch birds in the distance
I'd give anything to hold you again
I'm sorry I like you better than myself
I don't know how to follow through with anything
I am tending your garden
you have abandoned every flower
I think you should grow tomatos out here
seems lonely
seems bleak
I want your feet over my feet
your lips on mine
I am starving for you, shaking too
There is a storm coming
I want to save every flower
pieces of you
But I will probably go search for shelter
The rain is too cold
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