Without pain - ain't it obvious that we
wouldn't need cocaine?
Can you keep your concentration long enough
to wake up, sleeping, at the same time - as taking
cold needles to... play....
My cocaine is distraction - I am distracted,
attracted to destruction, to finding an ache that
numbs the mistake...I am drowning, hoping to take
words and keep you awake... Maybe my heart is sweet.
More like - heavy.
How much weight can you carry?
How many lungs can you fix, to make steady, to
keep a day, to make it rain... without..
cocaine?
Please tell me what you think
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well put, the brazen truth.


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That white stuff that gathered on the mirror in the shape of my name is indeed a product of sorrow. I feel you here. It can be a love affair... a bitter one. I liked your phrasing here and the repetition. Effective.


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Thanks.
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