karma’s cold frame;

fooled by a selfish tool

that gardened a bed of lies

buried beneath a tree

that shadowed a cast of guise

watered with fear in grout

left part of the to demise

in the anguish

buried by a love known

as the strangest

poisoned, by the hate of the sap

caught, by the weeding entrap

casting a gnome

plotting the revenge of the

wrapt.

koloured;ti

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