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Apr 2017
On a single day I became his entirely, all in all
Even what did not belong to me was now somehow his
He took the pain I had been collecting and ripped it from my skin

Without any warning he sprouted
And his roots found my ankles
Tangled around my thighs into my veinsΒ Β 
From there, we grew

We grew so high that we could only be found by our guardian
Angels,
They caught us way up above the clouds in perpetual ******
Joliejoliesara
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