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Nov 2018
The mind can be a
poisonous vine,
That twists
and creeps,
corrupts
and thrives
Until
You
Recognise
The twisting vine,
is kept alive -
Only
If it’s scrutinised.
Written by
Francesca  30/F/Wirral
(30/F/Wirral)   
278
   Yenson
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