His words were so sweet that she didn't see the blood spilling from his mouth
He spoke so dearly that she didn't notice the sharpness of his teeth
He looked at her with so much adoration that she didn't see the desire behind his gaze
The roses he gave her were so beautiful that she didn't notice the thorns as they cut her fingers
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Metaphorical reality can be so sad. I enjoyed this poem