January 5, 2012
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In the early morning,
you’re there for me.
Black and bitter,
with sweet salvation.

In my darkest hour,
it’s your dark frame.
A freight train in my chest,
when fatigue is a plague.

Clutched in my desperate grip
your warmth radiates me,
electrifying my bones.
The spine that holds my form.

For those who tamper you,
it’s your purity I love .
For those who neglect you,
I’ll inject you in my veins.

I rise with the sun,
needful of your embrace.
To trounce life’s trails,
Your sweet fix.

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