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Mar 2015
You are the poison injected into my veins.
Spinning my world round and round, breathing with the relieve of soul.

My fingers become numb as my body sways side to side hardly holding in place. You pulse through my heart and brain making hallucinations stronger.
Cheeks becoming hot as if you were a curling iorn touching my skin.
Falling on the couch you take the lead as my legs become heavy.
Un able to move.. Un able to speak, you have taken my heart to its last beat. Yet you aren't a person, not even close.
So who are you?

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Emily Tucker
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