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Apr 9
I supped on the pages of a dictionary
ate words till I bled
put down some on paper
and waited behind the pages of death
I supped again and a rose grew from my bones
a Bumble Bee fed
we both put down our differences
and celebrated our mutual love of flowers.
Written by
nivek
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