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POISONED
 
I hoped I was not romantic, I

hoped it was not inherited. I

could not have grasped, it's

intricate complications. For it

takes you into the hold, of

lunatics and madmen. Mostly

measured in wonderment, but

a few will taint it's flowering.

By CREATIVE

© 2011 CREATIVE (All rights reserved)

 

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