Poison Ivy eyes
Hold me captive
In my own mind
Her gaze lingers,
Steady,
Her name on my tongue
Like a burning,
Sweet tincture
She has weaved her vines
Through my veins,
Taken root
And left my heart
Lacquered
I know they say
"Leaves of three, let it be,"
But I am weaker at the prospect
Of trying to resist her
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Hey guys, I got a new winter hat! How have all of you been?
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