You've been the silent killer.
A charming display, indeed;
but behind that aesthetic appeal lies
a toxic and twinning constriction.
Your invasive and dense vigor takes hold,
my wall of defense begins to decay.
with every day, you weaken a part of me.
I've No arms to fight.
No sheers to cut.
No place to go.
You'll be the death of me.
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