planting artificial flowers won't make you a garden. no roots will anchor, no buds will sprout. you approach it with the precautions necessary for life, thinking existence is enough to spring forth bloom. regardless of how much you choose to nurture blind hope, dead life is no life. it might look good, even believable with eyes half open. but seasons have passed and you are still stuck in a vacant lot. it's time to start digging. i'll make room.
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