The Poison

February 6, 2018

 He looked,
And he stared, and,
Glared in its eyes
The fear, of growing
Older
And he kissed,
Open air, and,
Gone was the light
In his eyes,
Were his tongue so cold

Run away.

And he ran
And he ran, and he
Ran towards the red
Just close, enough
To taste it
But he looked
Back in fear
And it glared back in spite
And so poison was the cure






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