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They come to you, liquid mercury covered in gold,
Waiting too late before shedding the shiny coat.
Yet its still beautiful, even as they poison you, as they pour themselves down your throat.
I wonder, does it feel nice to choke?
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I hated this one, even when I wrote it. It was based on how a friend always fell for bad people.
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Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
