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Aug 2020
Wolfsbane blood and hemlock eyes
No longer bound to your old lies
Watch over your back with pricked keen ears
If you mess with them, they move past fears
Don't melt like a peanut butter cup
One more lie caught, and they'll ******* up
Written by
Charlie Rose  21/Gender Fluid/Delaware
(21/Gender Fluid/Delaware)   
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