your love will be the death of me.

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METAPHORS FOR THE COMMON CASUALTY

Love, sweet,

Vapor runs in mellifluous streams,

Seeping from our open ended wars

Which reek of cyanide resin.

Love, sweet,

How, drop by drop, we fall to waltzing;

Follow the leader as we spiral.

Quick! Breathe;

Plunge into gears of relentless, wounded souls.

Can you decipher our message?

Encoded in the secret of secretions,

Venomous and volatile,

Which we find mingled in our blood.

This recipe calls for time;

Both control and experiment have yet to solidify.

Love, sweet,

Will our scars ever fade,

If they will not wash away?