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Tag as favoriteThe Garden Of Life 
By Jessica K., Weymouth, MA
She looks at
Him
with Confusion in her
stained glass eyes
and cries
the dandelions are gone
you said they
could not
die
His laugh,
razor blade,
She bleeds
on his new
white carpet
as
purple tears of bitter
betrayal
run down her
porcelain face
life has no
guarantees
He sings
you knew that
when you
bought the seeds
your flowers
were weeds
you knew that
when you
planted them
you just
pretended
they were
roses
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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