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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Dark · #2117872

About addiction

Devils Syringe

Slivers of something unknown
Slip through my fingers
Cold and ungraspable
Their touch seems to linger
On my skin

The feeling spreads like
Pollen through the air
Terrified I can't let go
Of the aching despair
Deep within

Silently flowing
It creeps through my soul
Rotting and clouding it
Until someone forces me to let go
Of the devils syringe

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