malbenita arbo

I didn’t come from a garden
Hidden between two leaves
Downfall from a white bud of a flower
Ovaries cursing me for millennia

There’s a girl a few gardens over
Gone though just as rough of a time as I have
But I don’t want to seem like too much of a loner
Going after the low-hanging fruit

And what does a girl do
When she stops being a girl?
My supposed sculptor, absent for quite some time
Doesn’t make mistakes

I’m not destruction incarnate
If I had a soul, it would be a good soul
But a longing to match inside and out
Will lead to my destruction

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