Gild
Who am I to crush the blooming flower?
Who am I to refuse to walk the dark alley, when I crave to know where it leads?
Who are you to not heed my warnings?
Lain before you so beautifully: the ugly truths, dressed in flowers and satin.
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but what fun is it to ever heed a warning?!?!
cryptic
three questions
then beautiful, ugly
truth