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Nov 2018
I can feel your being
Slowly becoming entangled in mine
Like the roots of an oak
Stretching its limbs deep down
Into the earth's soil
The oak cannot survive
Without the soil
You have become my soil

and that terrifies me.
i am terrified.
Written by
Madison  20/F
   hj, SMS, aSLAM M and jul
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