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[bodytext] => When it comes it gives. It takes over. The prick of the needle, Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in And wait. Vines around veins, It wraps, it paralyzes. Breathe this fire There is no air. All that’s left is black. A charcoal stained empty pit, an empty body. A forest never grows the same after a fire. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 215 [topic] => 66 [informant] => kv1717 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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