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Jan 2017
Here I am thrown across the room
my feelings are in a disarray
what is right
what is wrong

You make me question
where I belong
You insist upon
never letting me know

telling the truth in wicked ways
monstrous desire to let you go
but your grip is tight
and so is your glare

Of all poisons
I like yours the best
drawing me in
and throwing me out
Withdrawals on high
love is low

I am addicted to you
and it's dangerous

That's something we both know
Written by
maire rolin  Sweden
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