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Jan 2015
Drinking this cool sugar water down
Laced with some kind of poison
That is sure not to **** me
But can at least numb my every sense
Make my body a little less tense
And simplify my thoughts
Until I have none left
So when my hand reaches for the drink,
I don't even have to think.
Colette Williams
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