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lovely little lies,
spun like a spider's web
around my neck,
the ardent fire
of longing
ablaze like a
forest fire
filled with desire

the bitterness
in my throat
acid I can't swallow,
i'm done
with fraternizing with
toxic things

and this is my ode

and promise to myself

to rise.

a g a i n .

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