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Garden of Disease

Dolls and ballet dancers
Children’s songs and primary colors
Everything under the sun
In the garden of disease

Once roses grew here
But leaves wilt
And fall to the Earth
Sullen, alone
Like me

The thorn in my planter’s thumb
She was the only one
For me
Candice, my Candice
Come home please
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