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Sep 2015
I grew trees on my arms to
carry the weight of your pride.
Atop me now this message
of my wild, wild love.
Touch me because I can't move
anymore these roots
are my bones. These roots
are my bones.
Written by
Stella  In my head
(In my head)   
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     irinia, --- and JC Lucas
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