Touch me with this in mind
A woman's fearful scorned
A dangerous opposition
Sweetened deposition
Honey not from bees
Nor mind's idiocy
Engage me truly
Sacrilegious
Banter is
Sickened
Plural
Is
Silly
Slander
Slow down
Sloppy slip-up
Ignoring safely
Marked boundaries
Rolling logs, spikes
Sharpened for security
Glinting bright with sun
Armor's on, we need to run
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