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Jul 12
You told me not to, but I did anyway:
you won't believe the things I felt (you won't believe the things I thought)
you plagued my thoughts and feelings
I imagined you calling my name
I imgined crawling up your stalk
I felt you in my roots
I felt your mouth upon my belled-tulips
I could ride you for hours just to hear you scream my name
makes me feel guilty
Written by
acacia  F/orbis
     --- and S Olson
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