Bath time 

Dec 19 2014

Anger was born in me

As was joy and love

But death planted its seed at the same moment life did

And they’ve grown in unison

Collaborating and working on their fruit

Whilst I try to harvest the balance that creates harmony

But I wasn’t born a gardener

I wasn’t born anything,

Just dirt

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