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Lady Fruit Tree
Entangled by lust
Her words I trust
Lulled to sleep
In peace I'll weep
Her gentle stroke
Then choked by oak
Drug to dirt
With a spike insert
Afflicted with pain
To scream in vain
Hungry roots feed
To plant her seed
Sung to me
Her fruit, to be
Her words I trust
Lulled to sleep
In peace I'll weep
Her gentle stroke
Then choked by oak
Drug to dirt
With a spike insert
Afflicted with pain
To scream in vain
Hungry roots feed
To plant her seed
Sung to me
Her fruit, to be
Published 7th Mar 2013
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