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1d
A shadow has stalked my own,
ever since the day I've grown,
I once cared of the ones I held,
but now I fall & all alone.
This burning script,
won't out-last the trees,
which evolve over me,
smother all baby demons,
born just like me,
this is a wishful plea.
Poisoned Wells
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Poisoned Wells  45/M/France
(45/M/France)   
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 Poisoned Wells
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