You left me marking numbers
in that little black book
&& trying to balance one column with the next.
It's controlled environments,
marked off in ribbons of digits
circling reflections && undertones.
(Because you never could admit it could you?)
Pages filled with the days intake;
is it the hole below you're trying to fill?
(Making it bigger won't help!)
Or maybe, the sight of it you're blocking out.
Still, it outruns the last.
Each craving is an addition
because being addicted to -nothing-
is almost as bad.
Silver trophy winner
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