A Perfect Poison
Each puff of this poison separates me from reality
bringing me closer to bliss.
This poison is perfection
and I’m waiting for the fall.
A Perfect Poison
Each puff of this poison separates me from reality
bringing me closer to bliss.
This poison is perfection
and I’m waiting for the fall.
TheSecretPoet commented on A Perfect Poison
11-11-2012
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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