A Taste of Poison
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arilinden
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Murder at the ball...

A Taste of Poison

Their tongues don't taste poison when it is given with such a sweet hand.

And they fall with every tick of the clock and faint towards marble floors.

The glass of their flutes exploding fireworks.

The hall filled with the shattering and tinkering of shards dancing across the floor.

The host, undetected and unexpected, to make them falling swans.

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