~Vanity Cheré~

I am by myself, sitting among the fragrant flowers. Sunny it was, but the wind was cool. Contrasting both like my red polka dot skirt and my green striped blouse. A wonderful day, a peaceful meditation, but the devil is always around to twist reality; and what should be straight he delights to be crooked.

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"Then, a gentle wind brushed to my nape.

I heard it hushed a word, unclear, droning together

with the buzzing of the bees.

I am hoarse, I am in worse;

But it hushed to still me, it kills me."

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"A moment has passed, and I am still dead;

The bees are near me, hoping for a sting;

Sting me, sting me, poison me to bed,

Oh dear me! I rest sedated, my mind chaotic."

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"I would feel the cottony cushion of passion

I would savor the tasty juice of temptation

I would delight to the prick of a thorny rose

I would meet my destruction, a pathetic toast."

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"No, I do not revel in pleasure!

Nor would I desire such measure;

Things banish from existence, it will never remain for long;

It does not tarry inside a soul, tho you might believe otherwise.

If it does, tell me so!

And let me tell you the tale of a flame:

Little fiery flame appeared an instant,

With long and hardy candle for support,

But, he too, would melt and abandon fiery flame.

It might not be soon, even so,

Airy wind is somewhere, to blow away his flame."

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"If it's pleasure you want, consider a whore

A wanton lady would fill you in during the night,

With whispers of indecency and lust for flesh

Take me as one, and I'll swear these to you no less.

I am no flower, I am no sweet;

This in me a dark chocolate and a sour treat."

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Why put me to inquisition?

A hope for me to lie truth is vain.

I do not need beautifully wrapped presents, soft pillows to lie at sleep;

I would rather take a worn-out trash, a piece of wood to rest my head;

If it comes from you,

I trust not your wonders but those women might inside of men so dread."

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I am fated, so never come near me. If it is to poison me then I welcome you. But if it is to heal me and leave me unattended, better pray for me benumbed. To revive me with a flux of elixir, from a mortal heart's sinful sensation, is to live in abaddon. An excruciating punishment to leash myself to, worst than to be left in seclusion inside a frozen temple, birth till death.

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Delighted, the devil left again. the crook, the twisted, but my sedated mind still lingers on a peaceful conflict with bitter pleasures and deadly wonders.

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