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The fairy garden
  I remember the sunlit days
  Where we ran through the fairy garden
  And breathed the crisp mountain air
  Life stopped and stood, in the fairy garden
  We ran through the fairy garden,
  Skipping rocks over the crystal clear water
  In the fairy garden, life stopped and stood
  And our friendship floated peacefully
  Skipping rocks over the crystal clear water
  Our feet padded the soft muffling moss
  Our friendship floated peacefully
  As we breathed the silent seclusion
  Our feet padded the soft muffling moss
  Before the water became smoky
  And breathing the silent seclusion
  We inhaled mildewed clothing and candy wrappers
  Before the water became smoky
  We used to live in peace
  The scent of mildewed clothing and candy wrappers
  Overtook the fairy garden
  We used to live in peace
  Before the garden became a graveyard of demolished trees
  Overtaking the fairy garden
  With tangled milkweed and red clay
  Before the garden became a tomb of demolished trees
  Our friendship ran forever
  But with tangled milkweed and red clay
  It simply melted away
  When our friendship ran forever
  We picked the immobile flowers
  But it melted away
  Into ruin
  We picked the immobile flowers
  But their petals frayed
  Into ruin
  But, I remember the sunlit days 

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This is kind of a sequel to my other poem. It means a lot to me, because the fairy garden is a real literal thing and also a figment of my imagination.