A bubbling poison.
Preserved. Contained.
Untamed.
Like a brooding beast.
Feasting on lust
Breeding on temptations.
Inseminated
Deep within.
Triggered
With reeking smoke.
Spreading roots
At the core.
Alas,
One day,
Surrected.
Screaming pain. Nausea.
Weakend soul. Numbness.
"Let it come,
And we'll walk on like dear friends."
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