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"Toxicity"
by Max PhineasYou've been a slow-acting poison
drenched in honey
Gaseous
An ether I live to breathe
A smoking habit I refuse to kick.
I forget the taste of pure oxygen;
You are a sweet sickness that plays on my nerves
Leaving me dizzy, too light on my feet.
So for now I rest in the haze. 06/07/2011 Posted on 06/07/2011
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/29/11 at 07:12 PM You've got quite a talent for cutting to the chase in so few lines. Pen with knife - that's what I need. I can feel the gas and love that last line. |
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