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When people come on our blooming lawn
With buckets of memories to plow and to grow
One day soon, why should they go?
Is this how everything should really flow?
Why should the warmth of their joyful souls
Cover our freezing holes and wholes
When in storms they’d have no ropes
To pull us up from down below?
Why should they dare to knock and roam
In the emptiness of our closed doors
When in fulfillment they’d choose to go
To make our rooms abandoned and cold?
But isn’t anyone else’s fault
But ours, and ours alone?
For we should have always known
That all blooms could be our woe
It’s when bees, butterflies, and everything that swallows
Drain our gardens through endless sorrows
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Bloom’s Doom | Derims
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