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Oct 2018
let us rip out this living being
from the soil where it’s roots hold tight
pluck it apart
one petal at a time
chanting sacred words
‘loves me, loves me not’
until it’s body lies
scattered, prettily on the ground
and should we end
on an unsatisfactory note
simply reach for its brethren
and do it all over again.
~pretty morbid if you think about it
nish
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nish  20/F
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     mansha, ---, Boi, Mark Tilford and tiamac
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