Poems
Give me smart and quiet or give me crazy and reprobate. But you must be biddable to even catch my attention. Respect, what a waste you are; Tu en esclavage avec moi. Reject the essence of society and follow me into the garden where I shall fool you into chains. Or adhere to what others say and kill off the somber person who could make you into a butterfly. But don't stray from the idea that the fox will shadow until you fall. My love, beg and I’ll make the cut shallow. Then maybe light will luster on a comely tombstone of bones. Tell me, do you taste it, the blood? Good since pain should never be wasted like a lush. Scream for me, the fox, as you're made into that butterfly. Your flesh, merely a cocoon to insanity and your tears just a gateway to hell.
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