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Aug 2014
The poison needle dances around my skin
like a cobra taunting its prey
it makes slight contact then drifts away
but I know it will return
I close my eyes
and wait for it to strike
I can't bear to watch
as my body falls under its spell

your lips dare to touch mine
while your eyes avoid the same
you want to touch me
not feel me
we're wrong for each other
we've agreed as such
but lets forget about the past and the future
if just for tonight
Written by
Tark Wain
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