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Sep 2018
Everything feels inauthentic
Coated with some sugary *******
Mixed with oxygen and sun
Creates glucose in my blood
The earth feeds the trees
The flowers feed the bees
You feed from me
And because i loved you, i plead
Eleanor
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Eleanor
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