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Little Blue Pill
I inhale and smoke flows by my face
it tangles itself in my hair and kisses my face
I am weak and falling hard for this new taste of sweet extacy. Isn't it written all over me?
I flirt with death with every breath I take of you My eyes are fixed the minute I have a thought of you.
I cannot forget you. I fail when I try and your memory comes back 10 fold I think it brings a tear to my eye.
Close them. silent let the power in me take over your brain. Your body is weak but I...