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[Guest guest]

came like elixer,

 

blue bottled and clear.

 

Quaffing the potion,

 

it made one run,

into walls, into houses, into spears

of hot-scarlet stickiness.

 

Until one cries, grows sad,

 

Tears of a two-year old mind

in the body of one almost past

30 or so.

 

Desire Desire,

 

elixer of poisen so sweet,

 

Was you that made clinging seem neat.

 

Sorry dearest,

but i must walk away from you.

 

Even tho you cry

 

WIthout me you cannot exist

without you, my existence

expires.

 

Endgame.