As I carefully collect every piece of my travels and place them into nice little files, i find that everything in my experience will always be just a mess.
9/2/11
poison.
what is this?
what have you done?
how have i learned all about this feeling?
a short distance was walked
straight to your lips
which is where you fed me.
what a taste.
what a high.
i crave your poison.
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