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Oct 7 · 229
Poisoned Roses
Klenarchi Oct 7
Your promises are like roses
Your hands are like knives
A drug I'll take in small doses
knowing it took many lives

A promise with a wounding thorn
Coax me 'cause your caress incises
An ecstasy was born in a human form
and I'm consumed by its noxiousness

— The End —