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Beneath the soil, where shadows cling, Lies the seed of loathing's sting. Roots entwined in bitter ground, Where no forgiveness can be found. Leaves of spite, they twist and wind, Choking thoughts that peace might find. In the darkness, venom flows, From the core, where hatred grows.
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