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 Apr 2017 Margaret
Joliejoliesara
On a single day I became his entirely, all in all
Even what did not belong to me was now somehow his
He took the pain I had been collecting and ripped it from my skin

Without any warning he sprouted
And his roots found my ankles
Tangled around my thighs into my veins  
From there, we grew

We grew so high that we could only be found by our guardian
Angels,
They caught us way up above the clouds in perpetual ******

— The End —