Peter
As the fever grows
I know its ready
Each pierce from the locus
Buffs my emotional audacity
Puffing steady
The sting of each betrayal
The wings of every lie
Invades with dismay, all
Contact consumed by puncture wounds
Every mal word almost for telling
My beloved tomb
Every sight overthrown by infection
Sucking up life as we know it
They take orders from your tongue
What a snake you are
What a friend you aren't
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