Mar 2017
Heated...
Like the fevered blood coursing through veins
Malignant...
Like open sores upon the skin
Defeated...
Like the drums that faltered in the rain
Potent...
Like the potion quietly bunged within
Temporary...
Like the promise doomed never to be kept
Hasty...
Like the mouth which spoke too quick
Greedy...
Like the palms, too eager to accept
Dead...**
Like the heart that now refused to tick
Like the fevered blood coursing through veins
Malignant...
Like open sores upon the skin
Defeated...
Like the drums that faltered in the rain
Potent...
Like the potion quietly bunged within
Temporary...
Like the promise doomed never to be kept
Hasty...
Like the mouth which spoke too quick
Greedy...
Like the palms, too eager to accept
Dead...**
Like the heart that now refused to tick
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