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Kujo Apr 2014
******* on my neck
I can feel it rushing by...
The rhythm of my body
is a song I often tire of.
It's stuck there
the record is skipping
and I cannot reach the needle.
i Mar 2014
that sharp needle,
that is stuck into your arm,
is telling me that you're gone.
that fatal dose of drugs,
your addiction that was inevitable,
and i didn't stop it on time.

**i am sorry,
love.
i am sorry that i found
you on the bathroom floor
dead, if i only came
earlier, you would have been alive
and breathing.

— The End —