Poetry – Toxicity

Be mindful of the honey-kissed lips of mischievous company, for it brings about a subtle and seductive destruction. A dozen red roses blooming with an acrid smell and poisonous to the mind. It is seeping through any cracks. Roots are as green as envy – a color of money. Unfeeling, unphased, unapologetic. The beautiful serpent …

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