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Jun 2019
pick your poison
poison needn't come from a chalice,
it can come from words,
full of malice,
a strum of cords.

a reddening whip
on your back with a belt,
provoking hot tears
that could make copper melt.
willow sophie
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willow sophie  the universe
(the universe)   
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