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Dec 2009
Your words
lose their structure
of hard black on white deadness
and fly off the page
like arrows
piercing
with truth and intention
my target heart.

Its beautiful poison
quickly runs
through my veins
infecting me,
drugging my mind
with thoughts
not my own.
Cry Sebastian
Written by
Cry Sebastian  Hanover
(Hanover)   
542
   Parker Bond
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