rose garden rose garden flesh in the rose garden bite my lips make me bleed

make me feel it underneath the earth where we were buried on to lighter things on

to the rainbow before the rain on to heavy burdens and slapstick jauntery.

 

mail me, dear pen pal, send me your life and i will send you mine we are neighbors we

have shared wisdom collected in abundance we will rail over the competition we

savor the scent of the rose garden rose garden flesh in the rose garden…

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