Alive

April 5, 2009
By Anonymous

I've cherished the gardener for as long as I can remember. He's brought me up to real life.
For a while i was his prized possession. But then became frill losing my gardener.
And even though i came back to the light-again gleaming-I was still to late to mend fates burn.
For another rose he has already come to seek.


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