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Jul 2018
I am childish
And foolish
To think that if I
Kept bringing her darkness
She wouldn't shy away
And turn towards anything
Anything that was brighter
I was foolish
To believe
That I could ever be
The water she needed
To grow and live
When I
Was the acid
Burning through her roots
Desyrae
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