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May 2012
I always saw
or seen
the vein underneath
my skin as
green

till it turned
black
and blue

then I remembered
this was all about you

the silver steel
needle
that promised to make
me feel

something that wasn't real
just like you

I became addicted to that feeling
you know

I guess
I don't remember now
why I bought that
silver steel.
Julia Low
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