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Sep 2017
Into the dye

Heat pushes me small and fragrant
Into a different cast
Cold and steal
Make me
into new

Green be gone and long the nap I take
tansformeΒ Β and and color shake
Long again
Until I wake

We're Ivy grew
Now snakes a cord
Of length and sinue
Grip
Written by
Krison  35/M/Us
(35/M/Us)   
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