A Twisted Knot

Ornate and prized as something grand, We didn’t know what you had planned; The warning signs we did not heed, You suffocate us with your need.   With tendrils that spread far and wide, Ensnaring that which once had thrived; Malevolence in every seed, You suffocate us with your need.   Your selfish aim now … Read more

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