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She called out to the thorns and thistles
pricked the reality of me it was not to be.
Defiant shame bored thy blunted name
harsh hated seeds bitter forgotten needs
Malice of hearts in the unsweetened fruits
envy’s frustrated pursuits among dying roots.
Hush the hostile swarms are elated! overly jaded
an unforgiving painful tooth agitated when lose
I seek the jealous joys ungrateful fools with toys
outraged mortified! indigent with a lack of pride
The meek shall inherit earth UN-quenched thirst
left a dying broken man, my curse! what’s worst

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