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Jul 2013
Southern trees still bear strange fruit,
but not so common are they now.
The fruit has adapted and spread.
It infects the mind and distorts sight.
It grows like weeds on the sides of the roads,
and spreads like wildfire in the hearts of men.
Written by
Solfadri
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   LycanTheThrope and Jim Musics
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