Biological warfare
Chugs the biting
Froth of my
Love
Left to rot.
For you, prey,
Dupe,
I am cruelty
Softened by
A soured milk
Complexion.
And if you so
Choose to
Seize my honing
Hand, and fall for my
Affection,
Sweet misery.
Bliss.
Venomous
Kiss.
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