The deluge of
your honey-coated words,
the vicious web of deceit
you built around me,
the knots of treachery
you entangled me in,
were suffocating me
until
I decided to claw them
and shovel them away
before
they could cleave their tentacles again
and dig my grave.
I ride the rainbow now
unchained, unfettered.
The sands of time buried your ugly footprints
The memories are dead.
Or are they?
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