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Poison

The secret strumming
Glass Throbbing
Red mist color
Life as existence
Like  
Trust is uncertain to the blind  
Who
belongs?
Without them
It’s dry smoke in the air
Poison  
The joke is he is dead
He’s been fed  
Full enough  
He was perishable by thought
The secret’s calling hunger  
Like innocence is to younger than adult years
A Devoured heart
A jealous Pain  
A Buck cloven for a feast is  
Poison
 

(Read this poem from bottom up)
 
RedCurtain$ (2020)
Written by Red_CurtainS (SEVEN-ONE-EIGHT)
Published | Edited 11th Feb 2020
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