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Fangs of Sadness

Like a seizure sadness took

hold of my withered heart

a brutal blow , frenzied  it

leapt, spat it’s venom 

in tubular veins to merge

with red liquids, now in

possession of every fold of

the body,  even when joyous 

petals touche my cheek,

love birds suckle on heavenly

nectars, or naked rain drops

take me in their embraces

fangs  of sadness 

can be heard screeching 

the insides. 

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