TREES OF CRYSTAL: marigold
And I hate the way they smell, ripe with betrayal and secrets to tell, lacking a backbone, headed straight to Hell because they believe-
That simply saying it makes it true, I am beyond sick and tired of you, I am steadily overlooking my cue to walk away
It grows larger and larger each day and the end is beginning to fray, loosely tied, a slipknot ballet, twitching and breathless
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