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Recovery
Frantic jolts
of adrenaline
mask my symptoms when
I see
you,
and fix
the sickness of withdrawl
I've carried around for days
like a heavy sob.
I smell your sweat
sticking to my cilia...
resting on my teeth like lust,
feeding this sweet sour addiction.
Authenticating who I am.
poem
by
Sara Fielder
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