The Garden If no one loves her Please, love you Even if she’s a wreckage Or lost, in a predetermined path Or broken, by a perfect love Or loved, by your sacrificial loneliness Please, build her Even when you have no stone Or judge her abysmal tombstone Or her nothingness collapses your passion Water her azaleas Out of frozen concrete From sublime bottles No one full, ever knew how to fill. Jenim Dibie
Soon became convinced I was right and undertook the task with all the fire and boundless confidence of youth.
I'm tired of trying to do something worthwhile for the human race, they simply don't want to change!
I spend my money on my props and my creations. I'm an inventor.
An inventor's path is chorused with groans, riddled with fist-banging and punctuated by head scratches.
Spanx are amazing. Thank you to the inventor of that.
