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girl's blood so tired it congeals.
And her pupils shrink to the size of my insides
As her head falls tenderly on her breast
It. Makes. Me. Sit. Down. And. Think.
About how many feelings are concealed
In that tiny syringe

So she wakes up, and in her eyes
I can see through the velvet that is embracing
her veins. She pours her heart out to me
And her eyes release her inside rain
When it's inside you,
Your head's naked.

She sits in bliss for 40 straight hours
Ignoring her arm's bloody showers
Asks me for a bandaid or half a dozen
And covers up the feeding holes
Of more and more voices

Its her own little Dr.Feelgood
The reason she still breathes
Her whole life is comprised into that tiny
Bevel. Every synthetic emotion
That helps her heart just swell

She chases after spiders that I can't see.
She sees beautiful sunsets, that don't
even seem real to me.
She can push a sharp so hard into her arm
And not even scream
She's a dirty, dirty junkie
But shes'
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She's Just a Dirty Dirty Junkie.

Contributed by amber_vonhorror on Friday, 10th July 2009 @ 06:40:14 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

I know all about you. You make that pretty
girl's blood so tired it congeals.
And her pupils shrink to the size of my insides
As her head falls tenderly on her breast
It. Makes. Me. Sit. Down. And. Think.
About how many feelings are concealed
In that tiny syringe

So she wakes up, and in her eyes
I can see through the velvet that is embracing
her veins. She pours her heart out to me
And her eyes release her inside rain
When it's inside you,
Your head's naked.

She sits in bliss for 40 straight hours
Ignoring her arm's bloody showers
Asks me for a bandaid or half a dozen
And covers up the feeding holes
Of more and more voices

Its her own little Dr.Feelgood
The reason she still breathes
Her whole life is comprised into that tiny
Bevel. Every synthetic emotion
That helps her heart just swell

She chases after spiders that I can't see.
She sees beautiful sunsets, that don't
even seem real to me.
She can push a sharp so hard into her arm
And not even scream
She's a dirty, dirty junkie
But shes'
everything to me.

Copyright © amber_vonhorror ... [ 2009-07-10 18:40:14]
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Re: She's Just a Dirty Dirty Junkie. (User Rating: 1 )
by Voice of the Silent on Friday, 10th July 2009 @ 08:00:23 PM AEST
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great poem I read all these poems where people talk about someone and I always wonder are who there talking about. but great poem I liked I have a friend like this

hope to read more soon
-kelly

Re: She's Just a Dirty Dirty Junkie. (User Rating: 1 )
by The_Unknown on Friday, 10th July 2009 @ 10:49:51 PM AEST
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This poem is wonderful. Though it's sad, very sad. To me. About the drugs. But I'm glad that there's someone that means the world to you(:

Re: She's Just a Dirty Dirty Junkie. (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Saturday, 11th July 2009 @ 12:18:00 AM AEST
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This write could almost haunt me.
There is very much reality to every single stanza, been there and done that with my best friend for many years. I guess loving someone unconditional would fall into this category for certain. That is hard stuff!
Excellant write from someone with a huge heart!

Hugs to ya sweets
Michelle

Re: She's Just a Dirty Dirty Junkie. (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Saturday, 11th July 2009 @ 05:48:22 AM AEST
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the raw power of this is that it is so real. . . 5/5. peace. elle

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