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With roses come thorns
Blades hidden beneath the words you sworn
I took them in
gave them a little nesting
Only to be prowled over the torn
dead greyness
that I was already in
Devotion steered me on
revealing the brightest tightest bond
I chased forward in zeal
only to find everything repealed
Wilted
prickled
swarming me in the glory
that is mockery