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A serpent's venom
pushing it in down my throat
a lethal weapon
with a bitter anecdote.
One name alone
that can easily break me
the sharpest stone
spiraling at my plea.
A melody to my ears
yet a disaster for my aching chest
A sailor's fear
and a siren's conquest.
Igniting embrace
yet as cold as ice
a safe place
filled with lies.
One name alone
the reason for my sneer
my hidden pain of my own
and behind my every tear.
The deadliest poison
that can easily kill me
yet can also be the potion
to heal me.
-A-
DanNicoPal.
From,
ARA
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Catoptric Tristesse
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