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Soul Searching
Dark green veins
Toxic blood.
Deep inside my arm,
The needle looks for
More.
Of me, my soul.
No matter where I look,
It’s always empty,
Cold.
Toxic blood.
Deep inside my arm,
The needle looks for
More.
Of me, my soul.
No matter where I look,
It’s always empty,
Cold.
Published 29th Jan 2013
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