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Cyanide Footsteps, Arsenic Touch
poem from my new book co written with Mel Grobler, link under my poem...
Cyanide Footsteps, Arsenic TouchEverything about you is toxic. Your lethal kiss at dawn ending my life in a moment. Your breath stagnant when you stand in my personal space.
Suffocation.
The rasping assault on my eardrums when you shout at me, imploding my head. What of your arsenic touch, killing me by r...
Wednesday 9th January 2013 3:46 pm
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