It's Dark Under The Nightshade
Dig into the pit of my stomach. Plant a seed of dependence. It grows a hateful blowback. It engulfs my countenance. The noxious canopy in my head. Unclear thoughts I waive. Forever I'll sleep on the flower bed. Untill I'm ready for the grave.
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