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stuck, not safe
You planted
Our seed on a spring day
I’m not safe, I’m dead
***
Flavorless greens, stop
You from my pain, lost in fog
I’ll share my love, trust
***
You’re stuck on a phantom
I’m
Stuck in chains wrapped in
Pretend silk, dead weight.
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