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What will become of this story inside my chest?
Will I excavate it from my bones?
Give it light and water and air?
Let it bloom into a garden of flowers in your name?
Or will I let it stay and let you bury me?
This is the question I am always asking myself
What will become of my stories?
Gardens or graveyards?
The photosynthesis of healing