the desperate garden — House of Heart


From my window I look down on a garden of exotic flowers. I need to be loved like roses, the silvery blades of a crescent moon slipping through. Nameless things on winged feet flitting among Zoysia grass nipping life with amorous teeth.

via the desperate garden — House of Heart

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