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bitter vines
i tasted
her flowers
as if
i were
a bee
i found
them growing
wildly
on bitter
vines
in
the closed
garden
of her soul
and
i drank
her poison
now,
i go off
and die
even lonelier
her flowers
as if
i were
a bee
i found
them growing
wildly
on bitter
vines
in
the closed
garden
of her soul
and
i drank
her poison
now,
i go off
and die
even lonelier
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