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Dec 2022
oh would someday the buds turn into leaves
and carry the way I feel into shoots
flowering worries in the dead ends of rotten roots
oh would somehow the soils soothe my soul
when no longer blood buds out
my vessels
Written by
zozek
150
   guy scutellaro
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