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Apr 2015
It radiates out of us,
Creeping through our skin,
Out of our throats and fingers.
It kills us so slowly that we
don't notice it is pain,
When it makes us so happy
we overdose on it,
We give it to other people
Or take it all for ourselves.

Love will surely **** us.
Lottie
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Lottie  Limbo
(Limbo)   
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   Nicole Ashley
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