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ghearradh

Published: Jan 20, 2014

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_{i keep plant seeds
under my bed in hopes
that one day my
limbs might grow into trees
and you can climb through
the branches in your sleep.}

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_{INCOHERENT

edited so it's only the last stanza. i like it better this way.}

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ducttapefanatic

Aug 24, 2014

The last stanza is amazing. I love it.

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