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Feb 2013
Your mouth like poison,
Your lips like wine.
Intoxicate my senses,
Every single time.

My vision's hazy,
Blurred with a high.
Makes you look more desirable,
With every single lie.

My heart starts to beat,
Eradictly so.
Hurting my chest,
With all of its woes.

You confuse my thoughts,
I can't tell up from down.
Stop making me feel this way,
It hurts to cry and not make a sound.
Erin-Taylor
Written by
Erin-Taylor  24/F/New Jersey
(24/F/New Jersey)   
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