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Pills (Free verse) by erickvisions
Her skin
Cold and white with goodbyes
Sheâs stiff and dry
Shivers shoot up her spine
Sheâs shooting up something new this time
Time would have her think its night
She knows that cant be right
Or was it left did we miss the turn
Turn around and look at her
Her eyes deep with âsorrysâ
Tears are forming
From constant bitching
There itching
Her fingers twitching
Now there shaking
From drugs sheâs taking
Its all taking a toll on her
Everythingâs a blur
Take this dear
It will make everything all right
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