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I was never destined to be oak   your savage pruning paws    put paid        to          that but            I                   bore                   fruit             My Tender Sapling’s Rage Roars In Her Veins She Shall Not Know The Searing Sting Of Shears
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Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 5:56 AM UTC
Bonsai
I was never destined to be oak   your savage pruning paws    put paid        to          that but            I                   bore                   fruit             My Tender Sapling’s Rage Roars In Her Veins She Shall Not Know The Searing Sting Of Shears
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Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 5:56 AM UTC
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