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Poison Fairies
She waltzed amongst the roses,
Tiptoed upon the thorns
wrapped herself in petals,
Avoiding skin like nettles.
He was poison ivy,
Prickly like holly,
Poison berry kisses,
Cupid's arrow misses.
They wandered through the gardens
Creeping ivy binds them.
United by deadly nightshade,
Their home a fairy glade.
Babies fed with seed pods,
Rosary pea a...
Monday 27th February 2017 10:39 pm
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