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Dec 2016
I'm just another Lotus-Eater.
You leave the sweetest taste in my mouth.
Lips tingling, heart racing, palms sweating, body shaking.
The sweetest poison that I could find,
you tire me out and cloud my mind.
You are my lotus and I never want to return home.
Isabelle Christianson
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