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Push it back
All your weight
You're breaking
Brace yourself
Too late
Gone
Thrown on an empty mattress
Your heart convulses
And your breath trembles
You tell yourself when to inhale
But you choke on the exhale
Something is trying to escape
Giving birth to the culprit
Pure emotion
Such a sweet venom
You drool out a thought
But only one letter takes form
I
Licking your lips
A flavor of love
An aftertaste of death
The heart stops
Throat dry of air
Death:
Dream:
Perfection:
Her
A fractured eye and a murky sapphire
Both inject the cure for their own venom
A bitter antidote. A brief antidote.
Leaves you craving more toxin
The toxin that induced the pain
Blissful pain
February 26 2008, 17:29:42 UTC 4 years ago
November 24 2009, 08:24:29 UTC 2 years ago
You are finally legal to buy your own damn ciggs in New York!