How many times have I heard you be told
how beautiful your voice is, it
resonates like clouds of poison
mushrooming around me
settling in stifling silences
infiltrating cracks and crevices
pumping my orifices full of your
oleander - sweet
sickly
falsely charming
nectar, should have a sticker
labelled with skull and bones
a Jolly Roger and a pair of earphones.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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