Drink The Poison Read Count : 34

Category : Poems

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Ripping me apart 
From limb to heart 
That’s not even where you want to start 
It must be a work of art 
Creative and cunning 
Sounds like you’re humming 
Sitting here tied to the chair 
While you get a breath of fresh air 
I’m sure she’s safe 
I’m sure she’s fine 
He serves you a cup of wine 
Do you drink the posion 
She’s fine 
She’s fine 
Drowning with time


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