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Jul 2012
still tasting nicotine
(nothing like the stench
of addiction on the breath)
--nature's aphrodisiac

I writhe in the madness
of pleasure
of conjoining pain
from an unknown source

(known
yet pushed aside)

the breath in my ear
sends pangs
throughout the joints

while the pants
equal mine

now.
I understand.
completely.
Taylor Hughes
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Taylor Hughes
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