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I hear whistles, vivid, perfect

lovely laughs in the walkways

Captivated by this garden

can’t tear away my gaze

The roses bend so easily

to a simple stranger’s will

Broken petals on the pavement

I’m unsuspecting still

Splashes of blinding white

among the deep bloodred,

should have somehow warned me

about all the lies you said

The devil’s garden told me

to walk on alone with you

The devil’s roses fooled me,

bitter liquid smelled like truth

But the roses sing to me

with a tempting breeze

I can’t recall these stories

because no one would tell me

Now everything is covered in

a layer of beautiful deceit,

thorns in my throat,

gagging on the sickly sweet