In the dark places of our hearts we hide a wicked treasure.
Toadstools not tulips line this decaying place
Yet decadence is the very thing on which these secrets thrive
Some have them in the crusty cracks of unsettled minds
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Canker worm crime... The worst! ! ! Very foreboding language and dark imagery.... Much worse than common crabgrass lies. Your language here does bring Poe to mind. Well done.