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serums of truth sweat into the oak table,

sourcing loose-lipped condescension

from cupid's citric bowstring.

the disarmament from lover's chirography 

juxtaposes the shell shock in the wake of a vice clutch,

curling around the trigger of a sweetheart grip.

the standalone correlation of the opponents being heart rate suspension

the mind strays from its compass,

leading a law abiding prisoner into incarceration,

blindfolded in a collapsing surrender.

the mind turns static toward dead-ended threats

insinuated by the the arsenic inhalation of a chinese whisper

the blunter the blade, the deeper it must press 

before it reaps its recompense.

under unripened ownership

over a seldom emergence of solicitude,

which will prove to flush evergreen

in between the hours which refuse to pass.

though berated with tactless resolve,

the ties that plea robust cannot be severed-

the scent of your name already reserves my last breath,

seeking greying permanence in memento mori.