Before I travelled She was the Closest Lady Oldest Lady And the one I Cherished most And when I returned She invited me for Supper Perhaps the last supper And after the meal She smiled richly Or a smirk it was Then she asked What life has taught me I raised my eye lashes As though it hurts And shifted my chin Up a little bit Making sure My two eye balls Stare directly into Her two eye balls And then Pressing my lips As though it costs A fortune to share Lessons learnt in grieve I vomited the venom She poured into My very being And then I said If there is one Just one lesson That life has taught me Its no other than Never to trust The very ones Close to me Those with cute lips Yet with sharper teeth Those with heavenly eyes But uses it to charm Those that have long hands But rather takes Instead of giving Those with honey tongue Tongue that sweetens not But attacks like bees Those that embraces fast Just to stab me Those that flaunt T...
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