Until you’ve swallowed the poison
The medicine alone can act as poison
On the infant heart which is the station
Where breath and blood meet up
For a lover’s assignation
And a heated conversation
While the trains pull in and out
And the world swirls around them
But the heart is like the queen in chess
Or the taste in food
When she’s taken off the board
No food is good
The king waits naked and afraid
Behind his ramparts and his pawns
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