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Big Brother and online Hunger games.

This poem is call Mitocondrea Matrix

Mar 7, 2016 by cococolin122
I am a tree...
He was a leaf...
He leafed me...
But I didn't leaf him back...
I am the photosynthesis of this relationship...
My roots grow old...
My twigs go numb...
But no matter what...
I always get chopped down...

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