January 17, 2011
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I can’t repeat the words I hear
sputtered from the mouths of the leeches
that draw life from the house
which I reside in.

They suck the thoughts from my veins
and replace mine with their own
until I can’t hear
over the volume of foreign evils.

They are a medical disease;
the virus, not the cure
They will drain me until I’m dry.

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