Thou art the one
Juliet shall rocked
on the cradle she was born
when love was meant for lovers
where rivers are crouching lust
blends with mirth
crippled by truth
Thus pain a teacher
for bled with no cut
Looking at those hands
with thorny roses
Fatal death shall follow
Embrace the contagious feels
Consternation and certain
neither one preach real
Thou art the one
whom she says invite sleepless sou
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