Poem #34

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We have this intoxicating way of coming back to each other. The calmness never suited us I guess we like the rage its all we grew up with. Our brains release this intoxicating chemical every time we start to yell every time a glass shatters. Going crazy at each other I think our neighbors think were going to murder each other. The screaming and yelling feel right the being in love with someone you would change the world for but never change yourself for feels right. The I love you feels so right after a huge fight this intoxicating love is all I know will you help me escape it?

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