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Its vines spread Covering the ground that I carelessly tread over a death trap to uncovered ankles, not wanting to notice, turning a blind eye to the poison that takes hold Grabbing my skin, slithering up my legs eating away the arrogant victim Trip. Fall face first Onto the dirt vines and thorns, wrap around my arms every inch of skin shown, poisoned rubbed against the oils Home, I discover the disease itchy patchy red, not even calamine calming my Incurable itch.
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
I can't get over him
Its vines spread Covering the ground that I carelessly tread over a death trap to uncovered ankles, not wanting to notice, turning a blind eye to the poison that takes hold Grabbing my skin, slithering up my legs eating away the arrogant victim Trip. Fall face first Onto the dirt vines and thorns, wrap around my arms every inch of skin shown, poisoned rubbed against the oils Home, I discover the disease itchy patchy red, not even calamine calming my Incurable itch.
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
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