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Your smell is intoxicating,
A burning poison, rushing through my lungs

Your voice is hypontising,
Ringing in my ears for hours

Your touch burning,
Scorching my skin long after you've left

Your my poison,
My escape,
My never again
And
My every time

Your everything I want and need
And all the pain to last me forever

- R.Blackwell

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