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hair as flame
an avid dream
skin as white
and
rich
as
cream

dress slit
up the side
for show
eyes
as
green
as
peridot

lacquered nails
a ****** red
she grows
on you
until
you're
dead

once she wraps
you in her vine
once your
heart
is so
entwined

she'll make you shake
she'll make you twitch
she'll make you burn
she'll make you itch

once she has
you as her own
she'll wind
her
tendrils
'round
your
bones

no calamine
will assuage
she will
wind
her
vine
'round
your ribcage

no amount of love
will sate
in the
end
you'll
suffocate

but before that
she'll send a strain
of poison ivy
to your
brain

it will torture
burn like lye
you suffer
hell
and
then
you'll

die


SoulSurvivor
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