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Sep 2013
waiting for the drugs,
intoxicated by lust,
meeting a lifetime of waiting,
sobered by the rush,
dying,
nothing in this hull soul of a man,
his eyes blackened,
devouring the presence of light,
which brings pain that causes rigamortis between his lips,
she brings her love,
and he waits no more.

-S.J
Skylar Jones
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Skylar Jones  PA
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