Untitled I

November 3, 2011
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Evergrowing a garden, roots planted for rot

Inspired by void, and covered in plot

Overthrowing the good, burnt inside the pot

The smart swim coy, the foolish swim cot

She taketh from innocent, although she is not

I am the string, and she is the knot

A well was fashioned, the pale was gold

The water was wine, it blessed us ten fold

I gave you my new, you turned it to old

The well went to rust, you struck me as bold

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