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Dec 2014
You are the reason for my madness;
For my sleepless nights alone.
You are the ghost that haunts me,
Bleeding me to my bones.
You are the cure,
I so helplessly seek.
Yet I know from our past,
One taste of you—
Is my defeat.
Funny how the remedy kills you.
Pdub
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Pdub
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   Karmen and Devon Webb
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