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Feb 2014
she pulled my arm across
the center console,
examining it.
trying to find an entrance
to that beautiful unseen interstate
of veins that ran through my body.

about five seconds after the last
drop hit my veins,
my head was spinning.
my whole body in ecstasy.

"this is what we came for,"
I said.
"this is what we pay for."
Written by
abigail  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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