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Sep 2019
He was the poison
Seemed more like the cure
He was stabbing me inside, out
Felt more like being stitched back together
He was poison mixed with sweet nectar

He was
the poison
and
the antidote
A snake containing both

I was intoxicated by his loving looks
Addicted to his welcoming smile
Don't blame me
He was Hypnotic
Written by
BrokenPieces  18/F
(18/F)   
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