She laughed more,
Scaring me to the core.

“That is called pain darling,
Antonym of pleasure.
The dusty way to the dainty deity,
Has cajoled you to be submissive.
Oleander you are,
A sweetly scented killer.
Change your path ,
Walk on the stoned one.
At the end of the road
You will find your potential
Antonym of frailty.”

– Emily Parker

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