By Natalie Cribari (Written December 25, 2005)
Through poison-tainted veins, I feel
a warmth that soothes, but is surreal
It’s funny how we became acquainted
He made me quiver, I almost fainted.
He seemed so cool, so calm, and sweet
He swept me off my virgin feet.
We fell in love, or so I thought
My soul, not my love, is what he sought
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