NIGHTSHADE BLOOD

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By Anna Lorena

Pen glides on Nightshade ink, Cuts through bleached Flesh of tree, Spills blood of authorial Soul, Spreads Weapons from masters tongue, Dumps binary from wielder's Brain- Pen glides on Nightshade ink.

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