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Venom
Blatant, eyes accusing my soul of falsehood
How you dare my anger to lash
Blush if you will at retribution
Shy away from my reality
Vacant, is the stare in your disillusioned eyes
Thrusting upon my heart the stings’ venom
This poison is for you, imbibe
Masochist that you are
Taste the salt of infliction
Smell this decay
Hear the cries of dead passion
See what you are
See what I see thru my pain
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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