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Feb 2017
like an insomnia this blood thirsty demon
controlling my urges
the pulse rages the want surges
reality falls off the edges
and the earth spins round making me dizzier
addicted to so many substances and abuses
right round if I ever get
to that corner and turn
then I will be
I swear
a good human
wordvango
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