Green FleshA Poem by SethBorn again as a spirit of the green
The vine grows around your old bones, creating green flesh. It creeps into the hollow of your skull, curling and churning to make a new mind. At first you resist the infestation, but soon enough it is a part of you. Now you are a spirit of the green.
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Added on April 6, 2018 Last Updated on April 6, 2018 |

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