Your kisses have lost their meaning.
They are null and void.
Every press of your lips against my skin
Feels like poison.
Every soft word
Drowns out the sound
Of the snake waiting around the corner.
There is nothing harder to hear
Than your praise
Which sweeps over me
And onto the next pretty face.
There is nothing harder to swallow
Than your lies
Which you mix with truth
Like tossed salad.
There is nothing harder handle
Than the loss of you
And my happy delusion.
I wonder if I dreamt you.
Pieces of thoughts
And fragments of affection.
All that is left
Are memories
Wrapped up in smoke.
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