wisterTwisting rope, gnarled black pods adorning you like thorns. Wisteria, purple, beautiful, bursting slowly, drooping, lazily like spanning clusters of lavender grapes, drawing all eyes to you. Mysterious, wickedly elegant vine, veining, wrapping, quickening, climbing, choking, tightening, dying, hanging among all others, clinging, gasping until quick as you came with the Spring, hardening, lying dormant until your beauty returns.

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