Red Clover:
Blood dripping from a four leaf clover. Comatose but still conscious. Overdosing thoughts dripping darkness through my veins. Can these fairies heal my pain? Memories of past days, growing older. red clover i know the pain is dripping from your leaves. As the blood is flowing from my teeth. It left stains on every leaf beneath this lovely tree. It leaves me on my hands and knees begging please. Grant me my release to ease the strain. As I lick the blood dripping from my teeth. I scream from my knees, begging please fairies take this pain from me. Take away these broken memories. Look at what their magic did to me, it was too powerful to harness. Therefore it left me cruel and heartless. So again i'm begging please. Wash me clean and set me free!
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