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symptom
Purer
than white
Empty as
shadow
Paint the
roses red
Just to please
the Queen.
(Please.
Please the Queen!)
Quicker than fast
Lost - as in gone
Run away from this accident
Desert this scene
(Leave me lonely
at this scene)
Feeling and touch
Are duller than pain
Nothing's taking over
You are my nicotine
(Now a distant
Spark and
Gleam...)
©chiquita
n.baird@student.qut.edu.au