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Your words are poison

They slide over me

Through me

Leaving pleasure and destruction in their path

Weaving desire through my core

Disgust in its trail

I want you to stop

I want it to never end

I beg

I plead

I ache

Your words are a nectar

A poison in my veins

Sweet agony

Slipping through me

Over me

turn me in

turn me out

I beg

I plead

I ache

I fear

I doubt

You leave

You stay

Sweet poison

Running through my veins

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