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Numb lips,

Numb finger tips. 

I can feel myself fading 

fading

fading

away. 

I may be influenced by the poisons 

that the ordinary consume 

I am 

so painfully ordinary 

I am poisoned. 

Not only by the sweet sensation of alcohol  

but by the sweet sensation of you.

of everything that is you. 

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Lilyk8

18, Aquarius, back and fourth between Texas and New York. I needed somewhere to post my poems encase my computer crashed but feel free to browse, read and share opinions!

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