poetry/

when words get strung together like music

poison

how could you bear to touch
when it results in blood

walking on the impossible highway
the moth burns in beautiful flames

the sun compels us to look at her
in exchange for a lifetime of blindness

risk a moment of tenderness
an inch of a heartbreak closer

voluntarily falling into an abyss
just like poison

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