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Jun 2014
dripping leaves drop the tears of my soul
snakes entwine in branches above
heavy and strong, they lie in wait
waiting for the urge to ****.

falling quickly into a spike-filled hole
stakes stab deep ****** gashes
no sound for the dripping rain
only pain and the time to fill.
Written by
Renee Betlehem
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