i dream of ivy curled beneath my bed screaming banshee telling tales of the dead 'Twas his words' so neatly entwined indulging my heart setting fire to the mind reasons are frivolous this ivy's wrapped tight it shall forever grow roots upon this path forth-right Sunshine helps everything growBirth sign: Aries
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