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May. 2nd, 2018 01:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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derekpoetrydumpno more green fingers
love fled before me like grass before the scythe
and not the draining of the tide:
it is gone, felled and scatttered
transformed and digested.
it will be several seasons before
anything can grow here again;
perhaps i am barren ground now,
all my growing given up,
the recycled love given over to feed
someone else's garden.
love fled before me like grass before the scythe
and not the draining of the tide:
it is gone, felled and scatttered
transformed and digested.
it will be several seasons before
anything can grow here again;
perhaps i am barren ground now,
all my growing given up,
the recycled love given over to feed
someone else's garden.
