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Jul 2015
She buried me
Never said she would marry me
But carried me across pleasures threshold
And back again
Until he came home again

Said that I was her love
Hinting with every twist and curve
Every pursed lip, dip, and swerve
That she would not leave
Then left

Turned me from the height of life
To a midnight suicide
Attempt
Thirty six ephedrine
And another thirty six for good luck
A poem and two drawings later
I was sweating sweet shivers
But still alive
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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