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Apr 2014
You were the slow death
I was wishing for,
like this stick
the third, the forth
you are ever more

the same ****** thing.

I inhale you in,
as I do,
I'm slowly killing you
and you are slowly
eating me.

I burn you and you burn me
more than you intended be.


at this glorious point,
we are mutual.

at last, we are now.
let's smoke, i'm dying.

(still having problems in doing my titles, tho.)
jacky
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