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Dec 2016
Shoot me up with your attention, injecting your gaze directly into my vein. Squeeze your fingers around my upper arm, piercing my skin with the needle when I wince. Hold the syringe in place, waiting until my skin flushes into rouge. Only then can you leave me, your hit having reached my void, numbing my aching loneliness.
Victoria Lantz
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Victoria Lantz  Phoenix, AZ
(Phoenix, AZ)   
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