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Tony Aug 2015
Hopelessness and despair led me to you
You shed a sacred light on my darkness,
I buried the bones and shed my old skin
Helpfulness and repair held me born anew
I kiss goodbye the blackness, as your heart
healed the wounds of the enemy within
Tony Aug 2015
She
She's like a narcotic
A fever in the blood
The need increases
The desire for more
is unquenchable

— The End —