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I feel so sick and sweet

I see no way for quick retreat

so I stand and fight my own oppressive intellect

a grinding halt to all the progress made

comes with one quick slash of the cupids blade

I start anew

the fight has just begun

entangled in the web of a black widows sligh deceit

truth opening upon me like a deadly bloom

as I suffocate upon the petals shoved in my mouth

I see no reason in dreaming of the day I am at rest

let it go I must

take it as a grain of sand

trapped in an oysters embrace

forming pallid beauty

now a weapon for distaste