poison poem

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I feel the cold rim press against my lip
Glass I suspect
I tilt my head back in submission
Ive given up I guess
The cold liquid tricks down my throat
Its calming
It forms a pool in my stomach
The chaos begins
I feel the blood rush from my
fingers to my core
My toes become numb
My heart beats faster and faster til it stops completely
The poison has taken control

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