Life. In progress.
The more I grow,
The weeds too grow,
Planting doubts afresh.
Do they know,
That I don't know,
More of what I said?
She's smart how,
Concede it now,
But what if it's a farce?
What if they saw,
The seeds I sow,
Are worth a lot, lot less.
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