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Aug 2014
I am the snake bearing fruit.
The one with the sneaky soul.
These gifts I bring are not sincere.
Here's hoping the sweetness destroys you.
My motives are in question.
They always have been.
I am not a good person.
There is death behind this smile.
L Gardener
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