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Smoke, Haze


I can not only hear my heartbeat, but feel it too Like a tree, it's roots give and take my blood throughout my body My blood, My sweet blood ready to flow, fill, fluster No longer stagnant in my chest, in my throat My bitter blood, rushing to my head thick with the heat of my thoughts and fantasies Sweet poison, Hazey prison Bittersweet, Dark chocolate
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Cael Adams

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