The Sweet Taste Of Infectious Poison

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Meadow Mist
Like arsenic coursing through veins, the bitter taste of lost affection meanders the soul. The taste of a caustic apple coaxes the mind to regain focus, to regain purpose. To start a’fresh, to find youthful innocence and lustful vigour…

…to breathe the bark of a blackened tree, to taste a ripened berry for the very first time. Life circulates. Smiles infect.