The Painful Harvest.
Left behind, in empty rooms — uncleaned, uncared, unneeded. Yet the plant that blooms — is the very plant we seeded.
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Left behind, in empty rooms — uncleaned, uncared, unneeded. Yet the plant that blooms — is the very plant we seeded.
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets