Poison #57

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Press your lips against mine

Forfeit it all

You will be fine

If you fall

I will be there

To pick up the pieces

It doesn't seem fair

Why this poison releases 

Into the atmosphere 

Raising the toxicity 

In which we fear

That this city 

Will uproot

By a thread

Turning mute

Waking the dead

Torn apart 

Flesh ripped

From the start 

The cold nipped

The Poison breathed down my spine

The chill made my hair stand

I tell myself it will be fine

Hand in hand

We will drink the Poison

Side by side

We watch the horizon

As our life is denied

The Poison took us to another place

We waited 

We ran the race

While you steadily hated

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