I was angry with my foe,

Told it to her and it didn’t grow

I was angry with my friend,

Kept it in my heart and it didn’t end

 

And it grew inside, till I realized,

the poisoned seed was the whisper supplies,

planted softly underneath the broken ties

it was not me nor my friend

a poisoned seed was definitely not the end.

 

Inspired by Poisoned apples from dead trees

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