The Garden of Anger

Anger blossomed in the bossom of a garden, neglecting the infant sprout, thorn growing wilder than weeds, in striking form it broke free, spreading anger like a disease, spanning higher than redwood trees, no longer retractable,  shredding deep into tender hearted recipients, in aching remorse, droplets of rain did form, to extinguish the fire that was born, from the neglected thorn, grown in the garden of anger.

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