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A poem about the poisonous people in our lives who we just can't stop loving.

You are a poppy.

Worth of the finest oils

Admirable, picturesque.

Burning red like Mars

Real, in the aching beams of the sun.

And yet all you have to offer 

this fruitful

Deep and loving and dark planet

Is the addictive 

opium soul

Poison

That you encapsulate within.

 

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