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Dec 2016
Press'd as drying flowers be
with saturation's sound,
be livelier than ever he
did dance or jump or bound.

Forc'd as oft as running bears
that heft their berry claim,
do love and run with anon scares
and seek the pow'r to maim.
xmxrgxncy
Written by
xmxrgxncy  21/F/the forest
(21/F/the forest)   
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   CJ M, East Wind, Sam and Keith Wilson
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