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Nov 2014
Accidentally slipped arsenic in my tea
Showed me how to drink poison, twice

Left me to the wolves, me, still a lamb

Painted a mask on a broken face
Blame me as it chips off and truth is seen

As you look into your one-way mirror
You frown when you can see your reflection
Me lost somewhere beneath the shards of glass

As you begin to rot, and blossom still
I try to quit my tea as your body fails you
Wicked personal and vague.
About something I shall never fully explain until the other person in this poem is dead.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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