𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

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broken and in bruises,
anchor of lies thou brought to thy self
must have been so careless
and fragile to consider words—
beautiful, beyond flawless—
filled with sweet hoax
and futile dreams
oh my little white flower,
let me adore thou more!
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