Illa Amittitur
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Kisses were sweet
Like silver ecstasy
You've given me life
Like using ecstasy
You fried me up
Overdose ecstasy
I keep relapsing
Abusing ecstasy
Collapsing: Deep sleep
Coma of ecstasy
And you can't hear me
You use cheap ecstasy
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cecyroman
my mother passed away last december and I can't stop writing poetry that is dark, then again that's always how my poems have been, but they've gotten darker. I like my style of poetry there are others also I have written, but my teacher kept them because I don't like looking back at my previous work
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