Potent, powerful, essence
A glimmer of thought trails my hidden cheek
venom spreads from word and deed
working on,
though the wounds seem to have healed
love, a fissure of light on a heart
a tender wound, a silent hurt
use your venom elsewhere
I cannot breathe
You hate me well
A glimmer of thought trails my hidden cheek
venom spreads from word and deed
working on,
though the wounds seem to have healed
love, a fissure of light on a heart
a tender wound, a silent hurt
use your venom elsewhere
I cannot breathe
You hate me well
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