treacherous as ice in spring
you lie without remorse
to who would get too close
but I am far away and never listened
it is not me on a cracking surface
inching forward chagrined
your disdain must truly be great
to be indifferent to which fool you drown
you are a safe enemy
you are too timid to strike
who could take you seriously
away from your 'burb domain
where recipes and malicious gossip
fly but with no sting....
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