So Frail
You inspired me
Possibilities blossomed out like a thawing 
rose that endured many storms
But over time
Your words were so unlike the seasons
Where hale assaulted summery days
And words turned to gradient colors,
Stuck in a hazy maze
I heard your words coated in trust and lies
Like a sun's rays peering through an industrial fog
Who are you now?
Is it the decoy or will the sun shine in May?

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