Dandelions twist around my arms.
Deceitful beauty has left me constrained.
Choking for air, I hear you breathe.
You look at me with your twisted face.
Are you better then me?
Who would have known such appeal could be so bitter.
A weakness is to blame.
I was known to be stronger.

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