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Vines

My path gets crossed
and my legs give out.
The steps leading down
have been overrun by
vines
in every direction.

The site of infection
Is in your mouth

My path gets crossed
and my legs give out
My eyes glazed over and
that's it.
Written by Dreamboy
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