mistake and it's all wrong.
The roses were trimmed,
the vines were tamed, and
the soil was plowed. It was
in order until I made the
mistake,
the mistake that almost
lost the garden. It may seem
like no big deal, but it's about
respect, honor, and guidelines
to some sort of will. The
garden wasn't watered it
was choked by the unthinkable.
Something so sneaky, sleasy,
and simple you just might mistake
it. I'm the unthinkable that now
knows what to think.
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