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Second Hand Addiction
Her kiss tasted of
death and addiction
a melting into life,
stirring into wakefulness
part of my being which was thought
content to slumber
now achingly aware
and ravenous
for another taste
death and addiction
a melting into life,
stirring into wakefulness
part of my being which was thought
content to slumber
now achingly aware
and ravenous
for another taste
Published 12th Oct 2014
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12th Oct 2014 5:52am
the flame waits patiently, certain that the moth will come.
poem is a shotglass, filled to the brim...
poem is a shotglass, filled to the brim...
21st Oct 2014 4:35pm
Aaah, and now i can picture her sitting comfortably, smirking the way she does when she knows i'll beg... Waiting patiently for the inevitable
Anonymous
23rd Nov 2014 1:09am
Beautiful, write.. Very gifted writer.. loved this..
Dave
Dave
