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Feeling
I feel my toes.
I feel my fingers.
I feel my stomach.
It hungers for my addiction.
Pain,
Control,
A fight.
I feel the sadness,
Dwelling. . .like a blanket.
I feel the longing,
For disaster.
Mine,
Yours,
Everyone.
I feel my fingers.
I feel my stomach.
It hungers for my addiction.
Pain,
Control,
A fight.
I feel the sadness,
Dwelling. . .like a blanket.
I feel the longing,
For disaster.
Mine,
Yours,
Everyone.
Published 14th Oct 2013
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Anonymous
2nd Dec 2014 3:18pm
Dark and beautiful.
