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I wished to be simple: to plant a
garden to grow thyme. You bought seeds—
strung my string bean vines. I went
wild for you—tried to write
a love song— complex
lines. Our string beans
died; we fell
(out of)
rhyme.
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-Gina C. 🧚🏻♀️✨
About the Creator
Gina C.
Novelist | Architect of Worlds
🖋️Literary • Speculative • Romantic Fiction
Sowing stories rooted in culture, myth, love & unapologetic womanhood.
Busy writing my fantasy books! 🐚🧚♀️🐉✨
🌱Debuting soon as Gina C. Vittoria :)
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