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Nov 9
Red, red, red.
Flared, fiery and fierce.
Its ugly head reared.
Brewing silently until twas time to appear.
An all consuming beast with a roaring mutter.
Spreading malignantly throughout structure,
Beating violently without refer.
Fret, this beast;
the soul, its feast.
of which the devouring breeds proclivity,
desire brought into motivity.
An itch of success, brought out from lusk.
Thus quenched was the beast,
Thus was left an empty husk.
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Defective Leaves  16/M
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