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Warmth

I have a sore on my toe  
That I press on the wall sometimes.  
Having it scream, And throb  
to beats fast and slow  
Is a certainty beyond the lies of wine,  
A certainty that warms my bloodstream.
Written by akaran
Published | Edited 3rd Dec 2011
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