Poetry 4 Poets
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Thursday, July 10, 2014
Weak and Dazed
Her voice, her lips, are a poison gift.
Leave me weak and dazed, for weeks and days.
Just a touch, a kiss, I forget all other other chicks.
But you ain't the same, that's why it doesn't ache and pain.
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