Anger wrap.

ANGER WRAP.
sneak

Alone with a friend called Fever.
Dead by seventeen.
The systematic culling -
of a pre-euphoric dream.
A chemical equation -
that didn't make the grade.
Hostility and passion -
was all that he displayed.
He loathed my inhibition.
With self-assuring grin,
he'd often kill my reason.
I'd take it on the chin.
Opposites attracting.
Though common was our aim.
He chose the wrong addiction.
I chose to take the blame.
Our fatalistic summer.
By autumn, shadows fell.
Crawling in to winter.
Warm inside my hell.
Colliding in my slumber.
Awakening the crime.
Living with the fever.
His anger wrapped in mine.

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