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Your grasp is tight and venomous around my heart.
I am yours, but you are not mine.
The venom seeps through my veins.
You intoxicate me in a way I haven't felt before.
My veins burn, and I don't say a word.
You're gone, and you're in my nightmares.
I can sometimes feel the toxins running through my bloodstream.
Maybe I'll never rid myself of you completely.
But when your name is uttered by me for the last time
the poison will flow from my toes and fingers
into a shallow grave buried deep beneath me.
The aching memory will remain,
but I will no longer feel your venomous hands
tightening around my heart.
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