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Feb 2016
Wicked vines
Come wrap around me,
Dip into my soul
And feed your blackened branches.
Trail your fingers
In the water.
Constant ripples,
Ever changing reflection.
Give me roots to call my own.
Sink and save me.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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