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Nov 2013
Fever.
a slow itch exposes
old wounds
bound together by weak strings.
intoxicating thoughts
consume me with no hesitation.

without you things go
hazy.

*t.m.v
Love sick.
Taylor Marie Vincent
Written by
Taylor Marie Vincent  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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