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Jul 2018
Sink your teeth into my shoulder,
I don't care if you are poison,
I need you more than anything,
You can **** me off,
Bury my heart in the middle of a crossroads.

Hand me your soul,
I'll take good care of it,
I won't ever set it on the ***** table,
It'll always be in the smallest pocket of my backpack.

The light shines through the locked door,
I know that you are behind me,
Your eyes boring into my back,
Slip me back into my slumber.

I found that you aren't so nice,
Realizing that you were just toxin,
Blinding my vision, why,
Are you so proud?
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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