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In the garden lies deceit guarded by the poison seed of beauty. |
| The feminine beauty of two, both maiden and flower alike, speak with tongues of hearsay as they flaunt a pose to strike. The flamboyant pair of ruse, both mesmerizing and bright, walk with thorns of deceit as they stab flesh out of spite. Such seeds planted by the beauty of two, the night before is tomorrow's gossip flower that blossoms in the morn. |