The cold burning liquid
Passed my throat
That addictive pleasure
Was my antidote
My antidote
For the past that still lingers
The beaut
Of it still tingles
The bittersweet taste
Reminds me of the existence
Of that sinful space
Of my sickening place
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Fragmented
PoesiaShe was once a whole A beautiful piece That once builds a home But now she's a broken masterpiece ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm still a working progress just like this book I hope you'll understand if I...
