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Soul shocked,
such latency
brief as the kiss of dagger
the stealthy drop thereafter.
Many-a-cry for a reprieve
grieving the deliberate deed
why sow a seed, poisoned
if poison is all it will be?

Bring with you your desire
wrapped in a little ball of fire
set alight these frozen hearts and numb minds
perhaps from poison you’ll churn the nectar of life.

Bring with you your desire
bring with you
stripped bare of the mould that shapes you.

Come. Lay yourself bare.