I fell into your rose garden.
The green-limb snakes wrapped around my arms
with their thorny fangs digging deep
No, I couldn’t break free.
Red drops like petals dripped.
You concealed yourself under the incense cloud
and made your bed in my turmoil.
I love you.
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