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Jan 2013
poison seeping in my veins
because you only speak
when its convenient

burning lips
unspoken words
let's just let the night tear us apart
painting our insides black
your words are sticky like tar
empty in the pupils of your eye

I find it difficult to believe you mean well
when your pores secrete mud
and your body is a cold hard shell
of who you used to be
Annie
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