There's a garden inside of me.
It grows through my lungs
with roses and daisies.
It grows with my soul when it's touch by another. 
Though it rains, though time it collapses
It's still there, growing roses and daisies. 
With warmth and kindness, it's always there,
though storms pass and go.
It will always be there, my garden inside of me. 
With the roses and daisies of my life within me.

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I grow the interest to know who thinks me,

I am still and silent at first,

The breath moves, I am given life,

I am in it, of it and with it,

The same as you, I am

I notice that my form is a vessel,

But I am not my form,

My thoughts run like programs

But I am not my thoughts

my emotions are felt deeply

But I am not my emotions

My body a sensory interpreter

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