Vine of Lies

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i have learned that the diaphanous nature
of your fickle affections
are like love’s foolish mask
causing the nectar of my body
once so sweet and life-giving
to wither and die
on the vine of your lies
just like the precious blossoms
starved for sunshine and water
will lose all their nectar
wither and brown
so that even the bees
leave them alone