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Feb 2014
I've made my home in her heart
My roots entwined with her veins  
The weeds of my mind plucked by her timid fingers
For she was scared her poison would spread
Her body had been sick for so long her thoughts doctored by those she pulled close
She ignored the life she spread through her touch
As she healed my withered limbs
My flowers bloomed in the cracks of her skin
And saved each other
We were whole once again
Sam E Brouillette
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Sam E Brouillette
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