It arrived lush green then,

At the beginning — all the way back when,

I had blotted my very first pen

And you wanted to spruce up your personal den.

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You nagged at me to care for it too,

For it couldn’t survive on just morning dew.

And I did, I watched it spread anew,

A verdant carpet that became a view.

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We watered it together, you and I

And I had hope that it wouldn’t die,

But then our den became so dry

As you diverted water with your lie.

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My protests fell on deaf ears,

For without moisture it lost its cheer

Despite your best you couldn’t stop my gears

The memory of you helps me water it with tears.