They say I'm nothing more than toxic fungi that grows near dark places.
My fingers will deteriorate your mind and poison your riches.
I'll enter your lungs until the very last breath is filled with toxic desire.
People will warn you about me, saying that I am nothing but dire.
Who am I to talk about your beautiful, honey eyes,
When everything I touch eventually dies?
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PoetryThis book is to basically express myself and my way of thinking. I hope you guys enjoy them
