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Sep 2016
A seed is planted at the first mark
You always remember the start
You have to quench the thirst
Poison ivy is growing in my veins
And I dig them up using thorns
Red like roses, soft as petals
Skin meets the sharp metal
I may post a better version of this because I'm gonna try to polish it a bit more
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