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Sep 2021
I was never destined to be oak
  your savage pruning paws
   put paid
       to
         that

but            I                   bore                   fruit            


My Tender Sapling’s Rage Roars In Her Veins
She Shall Not Know The Searing Sting Of Shears
Written by
Em
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     REY and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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