I can be overgrown.
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To some, a garden in desperate need of control.
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But I do not feel crowded or in need of hedge trimmers and weed whackers.
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I am overgrown, yes,
With love for myself.
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And I will grow taller despite the pesticides.
(Not really sure what I want to call this. Suggestions?)
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i feel this alot. as for titles, maybe along the lines of resilient, unbridled, rooted, strong bloom, something like that? im usually no good with titles honestly.
I really like “Rooted”. Thank you 🙂
of course. keep up the great poems. very enjoyable.