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Nov 2015
She's a set of stairs
And they fall for her.
In her banister
They're caught.

They walk her steps
As they capture her
With their eyes
And with their thought.

She slips them up,
She bruises them,
But hate her
They cannot.

Because she brought them here
To where they are,
On the floor
They truly
Sought.
rootsbudsflowers
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