From these words that you keep
and false promises you speak,
I lose track of double entendres
while they slip from your tongue
Easily as a serpent
who reaches for its prey.
I'm yours even before you
betray me with your evanescent heart.
I can feel you in my bones; it hurts
just to breathe.
What does this say of me?
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