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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.
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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