Seeds deceit bloom still
In wells solitude
Where thorns sprout
-Pierced heart halt
New wounds on old scars
Rejection bosoms wonted
That linger oft halt
-Sorrow of breast spring
Were veiled in bliss once
Vizard in aura fragrance
Luring with cloak luster
And cushion from desolate be
Slumber in palm warmth
Webbed in obsession spit
Awake in cuff unfeigned
Whence warmth come heat
Tarried here- bloom lap
Where jaw sour fruit wed
Unfettered from reason
Desolation begets rust its
Abuse began maquillage
Seclusion spawns guests
Scream come canticle hum
That woe all- acquaintance sprout
Shriveled now old company
Whom fate set ablaze
And lain his last in ashes there
Where bud gently sprouts
Shall abide him in gaze still
While linger in wells isolation
Where thorns sprout
-Pierced heart halt
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