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Emily McNeely Nov 2011
And there you are
You bask in your little pool of golden glory
Dark eyes, they shimmer in that light
All you want is your little pills
And your little finger down your little throat.

The allure of those bones
They tantalize your enthrallment
And they shimmer with those eyes
In your little pool of golden glory.

And there you are
In your dark little dream
All you want is your little pills
And that visceral little finger down your little throat.

In your clairvoyant depth you reside
Extrasensory you are in your perception

And there you are.

Don't forget those little pills.

...Where are your little pills?

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