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Garden of Perils.
I lay in the gardens,
misguided by envy,
misconstrued thoughts.
and condemning perils.
Remembering my sweet 16
not the innocent kisses,
just the improper slobbering,
and late night obscenities.
How you justified my actions,
releasing my inhibitions,
succeeded by adversity,
and the apathy for life itself.
Trapped within boundaries,
stretched upon barren landscapes,
within murals of decadence,
creating this perpetual insanity.
Flowering me with dark waters,
seeping from within sullen iris,
poisoned by fears of inferiority,
as my soul begs for peace.
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