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Sep 2014
It's 12:34 in the morning, how can you still make me think of you at this hour? I think I hear your voice
in between my sheets. I see you in the shadows of alleyways reminding me how dangerous you've become. I see you in the comfort of my bed reminding me of your arms. It's all toxic. You're toxic. But like any other drug, I'm addicted.
Hanna Elizabeth
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Hanna Elizabeth  Tucson
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