Satwe-01/19/2013-Heart’s Poison–Iambic Pentameter

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Poison as pure as hate abounds in me,

And yet I hold in hand my heart: a vial

In which I keep this fatal chemical.

Its potency is fierce! A drop as small

And faint as dew upon a blade of grass

Is apt enough to still a beating heart.

My vile heart, this vial! I can distinguish not

Betwixt the two, for both are brimming

Containers bottling identic venom.

O, loving Hate, thou art my heart’s poison.


















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