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 Frogs pose as princes, the occasional stone on winded path. A man's affection speaks many tongues, treachery as sweet as a demons promise. I mistrust kindness, she is the thorn in my side ; steady reminder of the axe ready to fall on my autonomy. Love comes tumbling,  unavoidable betrayal at foot. And yes you are beautiful but Come no closer; I am just whisper within storm.