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...that girl is opium, she'll drug you.

these thoughts, ever present, foremost in my head

a warning of caution to heed, of the imminent,

remember the last time, what had happened,

and all that was confirmed afterwards?

some conscience speaks to those who are listening,

slowly i reach to catch myself from misleading,

some things could never be.

retracing my steps in the dark, yet knowing the way

i could be blind, as often i am

too aware of my groundings and

a heart that could never lose it's place.

feeling safe, especially so near, closer like a blade

the taste of romantic daydreams

hanging in the wake of cupids arrow, struck.