Ivy
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CAS 1st flr.OLFU
Sweet vine clinging on my man’s heart,
How can he be mine, if you tangled him tight?
I may give all to patch the wounds,
Of his bleeding heart your apexes punctured.
When I tried to steal the heart I long,
You made me swell with cursed pains.
Caused by your poisonous wicked charms
As you whipped me with your twisted lines
Sweet ivy you are adorable.
That’s why he chooses you.
For you he will find joy.
Coz from your tangled vines,
You held him and watered him love.
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