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by: Jay Artale Hughes

My body spews its acid raid
Stand too close and feel the pain
You ahandoned me, in my head
An'all emotions they simply bled
Stop this seeping and staunch the flow
This pool at me my has nowhere to go

Feed the desire and part those lips
Digit dagger, the vision fits
Your socks fall down, but my jeans do
They fit me once, my mother knew
This fight for control will not die
So the gush of sorrow again will fly

It pains to talk although I try
The swelling hurts and makes me cry
This need to know what makes me thrive
Is the fuel that makes me stay alive
My body shivers and I can't fight
That rising feeling, it can make me light

©2002 Jay Artale Hughes. Reprinted with Permission.

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