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Jun 2018
What's in a name
A sickly copper smelling flower
Moulding midnight roots burrow into soft flesh
Savagely tearing soft pink skin
Hungrily gulping down rivlets of blood
Taste of strong liquor, poisoned by name
But by any other, a flower yields just as sweet
Written by
Logan L  21/M
(21/M)   
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   Geanna
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