12-02-13
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It pops,
It cracks.
Snap!
There it goes again,
Making my skin burn,
Bringing me relief.
Snap!
Another red line appears,
Marking my once flawless skin.
A tingling is left in its wake,
Stinging wherever it touches.
But I like it...
It won't kill me,
But provides relief,
If only for a little while.
Snap, crack, pop!
I know it's wrong,
But I don't want to stop.
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To Infinity & Beyond
PoetryA collection of my poems. I usually write dark poetry, but you never know what you can find in here. To Infinity & Beyond. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright © *Unedited and a Work in Progress
