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Jun 9
Bittersweet nightshade drips from your lips
I want to be coated in your poison spit.
My dead skin is datura white,
two mad dreamers dancing through the night.
I can feel your trembling claws
swaying with the foxglove’s paws.
Cut me open and I’ll bleed sap,
strength of the yew fighting back.
baby I'm more toxic than you could ever imagine.
misha
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misha  19/F/under the sea
(19/F/under the sea)   
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