i
always love
my own
scent
my own
dirt my own
spit
i too
must love my
own
defeats
my own short
comings
my broken
dreams
my dimming
years
it will
be a happy
ending
because it is
my own
ending....
the flowers
that wilted
in my garden
the stars
blocked by those
dark clouds
the river that
runs dry
and sun which
faded
they are all mine
and i
do confirm i all
love them
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