I've licked the arsenic from your lips, dying for memories to poison me. As quickly as fate greets my tongue, all air becomes you. I'm suffocating. Like a flower to the frost, I fall; w i t h e r i n g away,like your hand from mine, now vacant enough to catch my discarded tears. I repeat in my head, "THEY WILL NOT FALL." No. Not over you,
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