Sweet Poison
Your memory sickens me ,
but I want more.
I re read your letters , the
scars are still sore
It's driving me mad!
but the sickness feeds my soul
the laughter blurs the emptiness
the bitter taste of death
and all this time its;
killing me
but your presence gives me breath
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