my eyes unwillingly
slowly soak it all up
a Grey cloud hovers below
the twisted words you chewed up on me
now lay scrambled and unfit on the floor
a hissing venom; they wind themselves in coils
a black ooze, your loving whispers
constricting all color from life
nothing left
but the Grey cloud
that hovers below
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