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loving you is such subtle onslaught
yet i find myself addicted to your possesion
as you pull random strings, i find myself with little self-control
wash my thoughts away with a kiss
heal my wounds with a lick
recalling memories i miss
in my brain, your presense lingers
up my spine, down my shoulder, to the tips of my fingers
in my brains, in my veins, your existince remains
through what i thought was dead, new life has been shed
but the nature of this course may end in self-destruction
for i cannot be content, no matter how hard i try.
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If it can be destroyed, it SHOULD be.
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Picking the Scabs
