Of banter and dismay

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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only to find everything repealed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