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Peach trees made of poison taste just as sweet the second time
Tulip poplar
pull me from this dream.
English ivy
scales these walls
as prisoners.
was I ever that last thought
that raced through your heart
before bed.
this state of minds unstable
but I've gone and put this horse out to pasture.
pull me from this dream.
English ivy
scales these walls
as prisoners.
was I ever that last thought
that raced through your heart
before bed.
this state of minds unstable
but I've gone and put this horse out to pasture.
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