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 …

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