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Jan 2015
fire on my tongue
and smoke in my lungs;
what an irreversible drive
we take to arrive
at a relaxing high
for only hours at a time.

bargain my breath
for sweet stories of salvation;
to live in my delusion once again
that im content with what i am.
Patience
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