Dedication to “Lovely” Lily Murray. she inspired this poem.
Someone shot my heart with a poison arrow.
An incurable venom that spreads.
Taking my heart.
Veiling it with total darkness.
Spreading to my body,
Taking over my being.
Becoming who I am.
Enslaving me.
Such an incurable poison.
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