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Oct 2016
I had never believed in evil until I watched it sprout from your throat like some kind of invasive vine. And even though it might be naive to say, I still believe that there are flowers living somewhere inside you, fighting their way through the cracks in the pavement.
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Poetry At Most
   Lina Lotus and Pax
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