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Jul 24
I want to get under your skin
Infect your within
Shot of my witch’s brew
It might make you itch
Though
At first
Then thirst
You feel the spirit of me
Almost physically
Vibrationally
Thirst turns to burn
The pilot light
Is on
Fuel parasite
Maybe useful it be
We will see
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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