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To The Gardener:

I need you to know
that I’m like a flower. I’ll wilt
and crinkle if you forget
about me, even for
just a sun-adorned
day. I need to be watered, constantly—
but not constantly enough that I am
drowned and submerged
under the shower.
There is a correct amount to
overwhelm me. If you caress
my petals too roughly, I’ll bruise…
And if you pull them off, they may never have
the audacity
to grow back.



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