I wipe off the taste of your lips.
Your venom has spread.
The pain of the sting
makes me weak.

No, I am insensitive.
You shred me beyond repair.
I was a victim of
Your so called love!
When your thirst quenched,
You crumbled me like paper.

I was numb
But that’s yesterday’s story.
Today’s dawn
saw the rise of sun.
The story of puppet rewritten.

The time has come
to serve the long awaited dish.
Before the chillness is lost forever

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