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Author's Note.
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Not sure about the title.
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War candy,
exotic pills,
demons raging,
spellbound obscure.
You got what you wanted,
a broken seasonal toy.
So why not release your grip.
Y..
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Exotic prowler,
perusable haunt,
chase me away with magic,
viciously taunt.
Medication candy,
stain my wrists in your ink.
My skin was mad..
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Your voice is closing in on me,
expecting no more room to breathe.
A cataclysmic species bred,
exiting the womb, creation spread.
Drugging me ..
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Under wraps,
vacuum packed,
identity veiled
from a rat pack.
If my name isn’t spread
across every screen,
it’s the only time ..
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Inspired by the song in the author's note.
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