POISON

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Her words
Sweet to hear
Seeped into my ear.

Slowly like slithering
Snakes,  tethering
Into my brain.

The sticky hot words
That she say
Leaves all of us fazed.

Like drugs they hug
Onto our weary soul

In the end,
When we comprehend,
Her actions sweet, 
There won't be any reaction.

As her sweet sticky words
Her sweet sticky words,
They were
POISON.

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