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I've heard it all before.

Oh, how his speech with honey drips!
I want to touch those lying lips

With a coal lit from the fire
Of my foolish, misguided desire,

And start a raging conflagration
So all that's left is desolation,

My wounded heart still panting, there
On the blackened hillside, bleak and bare.

Poetry by Marie Cadavieco