Perfecting Poison
As we decided on my fate for the week.
Soon I would be back, sad and meek.
And we would try another combination.
Which I would try with hesitation.
But this time has no chance of lasting.
These are the olden days that are passing.
For the future is strong.
Just like my perception for now is wrong.
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