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"Goodbye, My Deadly Friend"




I hear a voice whispering in my ear,

calls me to come closer,
.....drawing me near.

I see wisps of smoke, a wandering dose
Tempting me to follow,
.....getting too close

I smell, taste, the all too familiar flavors,
Long to bathe my senses,
..... relax and savor.

This demon of mine pulls me along,
It's voice soothing, tempting, and strong.

This time I will not follow around the bend.
This time I will say  "Goodbye, my deadly friend!"

Cecelia







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