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Feb 2015
The worst part was that I knew you were poison,
But was already addicted,
I'd lay awake at night: sad & conflicted,
It got to the point where I would give anything,
For one more kiss, a touch, the shivers you'd bring,
I look into your eyes as my soul slowly dies,
Like a drug, you're my lows and my highs.
© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved
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