your smile turned to fangs
and you lunged right for my neck
I thought we were friends.
How does it work?
Love the imagery! So vivid. Amazing how you capture the universal experience of betrayal in so few lines. KEEP. IT. UP.
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Love the imagery! So vivid. Amazing how you capture the universal experience of betrayal in so few lines. KEEP. IT. UP.