euphoria

euphoria

A Poem by belle_femme_fatale
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Crummy stuff

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So euphoric.
Or is it?
Its in
Wait for it
Hus face goes numb
Eyes rolled back
He sees death
Dances with the devil
But isn't afraid
He needs it.
Thrives on it.
So young.
His innocence fades
Lost forever in the dirt.
Wasted on a feeling.
Satisfaction at the highest price .

© 2014 belle_femme_fatale


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Added on April 24, 2014
Last Updated on April 24, 2014
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belle_femme_fatale
belle_femme_fatale

springboro, OH



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Mommy. Foxy. Fiesty. Spontaneous. Coffee addict. Loves to love.. Yet scared to death of it. Kindness is a necessity. Boredom greets me often. I forgive easily but rarely forget. There needs.. more..

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