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Sep 14
Your poison
Was intoxicating;

I drank every drop.

Feeling the acid
Burn in my stomach.

I told myself love is pain;
True devotion leaves scars;

And that soon;
You would see it hurt--

And stop.
Written by
Flower  14/F/USA
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