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Aug 2013
You’re the drug
I spit into my skin with a needle.



You’re the crimson

 that spills from my veins with a blade.



You’re my guilty pleasure,

 and I wouldn’t have it any

                                          other

                                          way.
Black and Blue
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Black and Blue
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