disintegrate

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but when your hand brushed mine
i felt my head start to blur
when you hugged me i've
never felt so high.
and even though your touch
is infected with poison
i would have it no other way.
you're a drug
you make me feel alive
but you've become so toxic
my veins have started to
disintegrate.

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