druggedupprisoner

bathing myself in this thirsting quench and now I’ve come to see you as a drug. a pill. but not prescribed. Staring blackly at me on my bedside table and it’s teasing me. teasing me with the sugar cane that erupts when it skims my tounge - I drool. alluring my own deception with your succulent crescendo that unravels it’s way down my whole voice until there’s none left. And its just the way it sets me so ablaze that I cremate casually in your immaculate ignite. Knuckles clench to restrain that sentiment that nostalgia that world that lies behind your door I always see myself linger through ghostly. I’ve never been

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