i wish that less of my wishes revolved around some form of escapism
addition by attrition is the plan, i suppose
by my count, i have been subtracted from countless lives
only for others to grow into my place
i am a weed
and i am struggling to find a reason to label my extraction as penultimate
i wish that "the constant gardener" was a virgin phrase
but i wish often
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