Circumstances

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I can taste the bile

On the back of my tongue

That sweet taste of

Nausea

How I long for your

Taste that I can’t live W/o

You brought me to

This place of discontent

You the lone wolf

Of the pack

Taking the flesh

Making me sweat

Slowly drinking my blood

As I lie motionless

Experience you say

I had to learn the hard way

To be able to push

The feeble pen

To explain all the circumstances

That I’m always in

I can taste the bile

But why must I be

Forced feed life

Just for the

purposes  to write

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