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It feels so wrong.    
Then, it feels perfect.    
     
My mind is split.      
I can't tell the difference.      
     
My bed the snake pit--      
Her head is worth it.      
Those eyes are toxic.      
     
I can't shake the feeling.      
I can't take the pleading.      
The sex is the reason.      
     
I may never leave my room--    
Not so long as she stays.      
This may spell out doom.      
She is not the type to date.      
     
Lies lying all around us--    
Lust is all it is with us.      
Drugs are a must for us.      
     
I can't pretend.      
She is no best friend.    
I'm on my own in the end.      
     
Every time I touch her skin,      
I'm falling for the wind.      
     
This is another dead end--      
Just castles made of sand.