Venom

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I am infected with your venom;

please cut me open to release the poison,

and alleviate this pain inside.

I've been bitten into silence,

a state of eruption.

I am growing cold,

I cannot see,

my mind is a nebulous cloud,

floating above,

I am no more.  

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