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acrid taste

This rotten taste
My lovely cripple
A Pleasant acid
And becoming fickle

So bittersweet
The memory
Of ecstatic lies
Changing me

The burn I crave
Bleeding passion
Of addictive lust
Without compassion

Smiles that fade
With a come down
As I begin to descend
Crashing to the ground

My remedy
A vicious cycle
A precious poison
Just as veil

To be washed
With golden truth
Disgusting liquid
Find a booth

Burn my lungs
I'm not alone
Pass the smoke
Ignore the phone

Partys over
Not for me
Where's the bottle
I can't see
Written by kourtnissixxx
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