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Aug 2017
It's the moving towards insanity that matters,
the becoming of something unimaginable;
Beyond false promises made with wondering eyes.

It's the space between a shot glass and my burning throat,
between your loaded lies
and my gullibility.

The shortest distance between
two poisons is a mangled
nightmare spooning me to sleep.
Summer Edmonds
Written by
Summer Edmonds  30/F/Kentucky
(30/F/Kentucky)   
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