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I juiced the oranges That grew from my limbs And poked holes to drain sap from my shins With needles and pins You suckled from the fruit Forbidden, it be And leached life from this succulent tree No scrapes on your knees Tangled vines sprouted up Took hold on my throat And my small branches, one by one broke Along with my hope Do not follow me, dear Into these woods, thick The darkness will creep up on you quick It's only a trick
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
Wasted
I juiced the oranges That grew from my limbs And poked holes to drain sap from my shins With needles and pins You suckled from the fruit Forbidden, it be And leached life from this succulent tree No scrapes on your knees Tangled vines sprouted up Took hold on my throat And my small branches, one by one broke Along with my hope Do not follow me, dear Into these woods, thick The darkness will creep up on you quick It's only a trick
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kira-ferguson
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
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