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Feb 2013
I can feel you all around me, like the oxygen I breathe.
You're the poison of my choosing, a masterpiece of a disease,
The most daring contradiction, and my favorite affliction.
I can feel you taking over, but you're a welcomed addiction.

I want you to course through every vein, like the blood that feeds my brain.
I want to invade your every bone to cause the sweetest kind of pain.
I'll take you, then break you; destroy, then recreate you.
If you're the world's most sacred temple, I'll be the first to desecrate you.

I'll be the motor to your machine, and we'll burn white-hot like metal --
Too ***** to be clean, and as shameless as the devil.
Written by
Bad Luck  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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     Blackson, Christopher Salazar and JDK
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