Your spitting devils
And I’m trying to resist
You’ve caught the measure
Of my coy sharp lips
Demure is my charade
And you know too well
The poison that you play
Is an extraction of hell
Confusion slants the function
Of our eccentric love
A sheer, bewildering upset
Of banter and the result thereof
Suspended on my pillow
You plague my lucid dreams
A nearly shrill deathblow
To my once hallowed schemes
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Submission Name: Provocation
