torrid thoughts
and weeds run amok
all have their place
and naturally grow
each variety
run sinewy vines
and fine roots run deep
being patently buried
but the weed
is just a weed while
resentments are
ideas gone to seed
i'll grow trees or
a jungle in my mind
where well tended gardens
are jewels of the forest
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