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nightshade

of all the beautiful flowers in the garden,
yet you picked the one with thorns.

her petals shimmered silently in red,
her sheer grace leaving you breathless,

one day may you never comprehend,
that danger was concealed beneath her white.

foolish, you were, to close your eyes,
ignorance in bliss, smiling as you lay within the lover's arms.