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Jul 2013
slip the needle into my vein
i'd close my eyes and let you reign
the cool of metal etched between
a pain more delicious than sin
inject the cyanide dose by dose
remember the highs and lows
and with a smile i'd beckon you near
i'd use my last breath to call you "dear"

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phantasmal
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phantasmal
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