My fixA Poem by Zoelouise
My stomach in my mouth as the clock ticks, Needing and wanting for my fix,
Loving and hating at the same time, All that I want is to make you mine, It is not that I need you or that I am alone I am just lost and you're my way home. © 2015 ZoelouiseReviews
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