Winding their
Way up my
Garden

Beautiful, cold
Red petals in
The moonlight

Whispering words
Of false
Sincerity

I fear their thorns
Sharp and cunning
Aiming for my heart

You lack the integrity
And the courage
To claim what you are-

Poisonous
And yet still
These flowers call
To me
In the cool winter air.

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