𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢

It wore the voice of something sweet,

like nectar pooled at poisoned feet.

A brush, a touch—divine, divine—

but laced with rust beneath the shine.

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It bloomed in gardens carved from grace,

then spoiled the roots it once embraced.

The vine that said “I cling for you”

was choking all it once clung to.

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It hummed a song of something sweet,

so saccharine it gave defeat.

It said “you’re mine” in velvet tones—

then turned my spine to brittle bones.

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Sweet, I said, when truth grew thin.

Sweet, I begged, and let it in.

Sweet, I whispered with an ache,

and to every dream it came to break.

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Sweet sweet, the echo in my head,

sweet sweet, the poison that it fed.

Sweet sweet, I wore it like a crown—

while everything I was burned down.

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Sweet sweet sweet, it filled my breath,

a lullaby that smelled like death.

Sweet sweet sweet, the only sound—

until I couldn't tell the ground

from sky, or flame from light, or me

from all this soft-slick tragedy.

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