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About This Poem
Itch
twitching
like an addict
waiting watching
to hear from you
because this itch
needs scratching
i need something
you have
to get my fix
to suck adrenaline
into my parched veins
the high that calms
my anxious
strung out psyche
i hate myself
my trembling fingers
that dial your number
then hang up
i hate
knowing that high
owns me
that high of your voice
your touch
your glance
i can't reach
that itch
that desperate itch
only you can scratch
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