Bloom for me would you my rose
Rise and devour me I’m ready

The delicious sensation of being wrenched apart
Vines weave my limbs together, a tapestry of growth

Viciously, painfully, gently, fully kill me
What am I, so wiling to die

Flames burn my flesh from the inside
I burst forth sprouting roses
I desire roses

Their petals so delicate and soft
Their scent, poison
Their thorns tear through me
Their vines hold me together

There is no more me or you
There is only roses

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